Spacer's Choice

(Fuck)

New photo in an old frame

Broken down vehicle with fresh paint

Fake smile, same pain

Washed up, everything is circling the drain

Like the minor characters that populate a game

Repeating dialogue until the goal has been attained

I feel like everyone already knows

Every detail that I should have stowed away

I'm not in the mood to talk today

It's not like there is anything that's left to say

Every god damn thing that's inside my head

Is just a modified version of some shit I've said

In the past years, a definitive edition of my worst fears

The repetition of my issues is unwavering

When savoring the flavor

Of the words wasted by my mouth

Syndicate the seasons

Then replay the re-runs everyday

I feel just like an extra in a role without a name

Repeating dialogue that isn't meant to entertain

Except that I am casted in a starting role

And the dilemma every episode is the same

Sometimes I feel so fucking worthless

Flawed and imperfect

Defective, out of service

At most I'm just refurbished

(Somewhat fixed up and barely working)

For all that it's worth

I put aside my doubts

Settled in and wrote down

Every god damn thing that's inside my head

Made a modified version of the shit I've said

In the past years, a definitive edition of my worst fears

Is now available for purchase

But I still feel so fucking worthless

It's a curse