Succinct, the Optimist - Telethon

Concentrate the whole time

A Facetime call won’t do the justice it deserves and

I know it bothers you when beating around the bush I

Miss the point you tried to make and it’s a white lie

To say it didn’t take

I know, I know, there must be some between, yeah

Someone to reach and pull the darkness out of me

A bit astounded by own passivity

So I am still in wait for somewhere to hide away

The scratching at the soul is a tough one to describe

Blind to a stranger.

What do they think they’ll find but

Tea leaves and bottles

Steel wool to keep the mice from chewing up the model

Parthenon of modern life

I know, I know, there must be some between, yeah

Some tires to screech and scare the bullshit out of me

You’re in denial of your own mortality and that right about sums it up

Succinct, the optimist

I know, I know, there must be some between, yeah

Someone to listen, shout solutions out at me

Intimidated by the possibility that I could solve it all

With TLC and CBT