"You, Yourself and Sam"

catalogs of time are tracking life's inherent misses, separating good from bad means living with the difference

blinded isn't likely when your eyes are squinting tightly getting wiser bout the lengthy summer season

used to want epiphanies and gifts of serendipity then found me throwing fists at freezing weather

burning bridges, causing quakes, gets you labeled as a creep, they'll force you out of town to leave forever

can't be wrong to want it all and set your sights on lofty goals, say screw the world where losing gets a trophy

questions are the friends to seek, they always keep good company when no one is around that wants an answer

living in your head for free is sadly playing hide and seek with you, yourself and Sam before your break down.