Gamesphere

When the corners of the map kiss

I'm really gonna do this

Before I wake up tomorrow morning

And throw it away

I tried to find your manifesto

On a library desktop

You commandeered for yourself in glory

And I'm in your way

You said

I know you, I hate you, I'm not what you're all about

I know that you're not gonna get it so just get out

I don't have the answers, I just hate to go outside

Don't make it your life

I was spat out on suburban roads of San Diego

Into hedge maze, and driveways alike

And I paced about it aimlessly to gain some ground.

Without landmarks; with no end in sight

I have no map, No phone

Least of all a clue

Of where to go or what to do

Because I wrapped you up in ethos

When you shook the ground beneath us

And over-drafted faith in you

I used to think I trailed so far behind you

But you kept me optimistic on the tour

So I traveled to this mountain top to find you

Just to shrug as you showed me the door

So I wandered round suburban roads in San Diego

As I tried and failed to find my flight back home

So you might feel disrespected but I can't follow without directions

If you can't show me the way I'll find my own