Hangnail - rationale.

Imagine a sea of screens watching, judging, hating anything they see

Then pan to a shot of me questioning everything

Get out if it means you’ll be happy

It’s a brand you burnt into my back

A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am

Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words

I don’t think i’m the horse you want to bet on

Or a person to have faith in

I just filled in the dotted line

Now I’ll hide behind the paint

Get out if it means you’ll be happy

It’s a brand you burnt into my back

A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am

Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words

There’s no way i could make anyone happy

I’m callous from how this has rubbed off me

It’s not as hard as you’d think, being made out of stone

I wish i had this poetic poise, an articulate finesse

I’m too clumsy and the words escape me

I’m hazy and any passing thought can displace me

It’s a brand you burnt into my back

A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am

Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words