Caustic - Corsicana

I chide myself sometimes for bringing my day to a standstill

And write myself a letter of apology

But it never seems to do

The daily drills, best of luck

Follow if you will, go to bed

See it again in a different light

It takes a step closer to being that much better

But just always seems to fail

To fall short of the conjecture

I find myself asking it all to improve

But in the end, it’s me who needs to tell myself the truth

I say that I’m willing to fight

But maybe I’ve just taken the next flight out

The walls around me are all new

The air feels heavy from a fresh coat of paint

The weight comparable to that of my chest

I’ll do my best

I take a step farther from being that much better

And just always seem to fail

To fall short of the conjecture

I find myself asking it all to improve

But in the end, it’s me who needs to tell myself the truth

It takes a step closer to being that much better

But just always seems to fail, to fall short

To fall short