LYRIC: Too
Too many observations
Too many notebooks filled
Too many creative outlets
Too many darlings killed
Too many lyrics sang to no one
Too many words unread
Too many ideas unwanted
Too much repeating what I said
Too much repeating what I said
Too free to be worth buying
Too hard a friend to keep
Too blunt in conversation
Too much the grandson of a priest
Too canary in the coal mine
Too much the spectre at the feast
Too straightedge for your parties
Too many questions probing deep
Too many questions probing deep
Too broken to get better
Too hopeful for despair
Too jaded by the bullshit
Too stubborn not to care
Too stubborn not to care
Too lacking references and mentors
Too few accomplishments of note
Too many other candidates competing
Too many of us stuck in the same boat
Too out of practice for the journals
Too everyday and imprecise
Too radical to take a chance on
Too much lost to a different life
Too much lost to a different life
Too honest for the classroom
Too much daily mental toll
Too few visions of what comes after
Too much losing of my soul
There’s too much losing of my soul
Too much damage to stay longer
Too many things this system lacks
Too many structural complications
Too many years I won’t get back
Too many reasons for inaction
Too much I’ve sweat and too much I have have bled
Too used to comfort and to routine
Too easy staying ‘til I’m dead
To whom it may concern
Too often now I feel such dread
Too many sleepless nights
Too much repeating what I said
Too much repeating what I said