Paving Stones

Make or break disaster could never lose faster,
maybe you could I cant stick like a bad plaster,
I'll never master walking on thin lines
I always find myself standing on the less green side,
passing past the last man standing feeling like offside
one time only then peel back like turpentine,
learn to find comfort in and only in the things I write,
did I sing it right? how could I sing it wrong?
sing-along going gone back to where she came
from same long story for the short lived glory,
this crown is kinda thorny but its teeth that tore me
sabre tooth loose in my head its coming for me
the seas are getting stormy but I know its just an allegory,
I'll stop living in metaphors find a better
cause to fight alight and set a new bearing,
anywhere you like I'm way past caring
when I try to get close,
I can never measure a dose strong enough to cure the host
a fairer game like alternative vote,
first past the post I cant run I'm stuck down like toast
in a broken toaster, gotta make the most of these
seconds alive not begging to die setting my sights
on a far prize the far side of hard lines, hard times,
not dividing my days I cant part time.
48 bar-lines have past
I'm already losing the track, forgetting my lines in the first act
my character cracked, as a matter of fact,
the paving stones are nothing close to immaculate,
I need an accurate sight this one is crooked,
the hand I'm tryin to bite, about time I shook it,
I took it all for granted harvest what I planted
now I'm left disbanded like a snapped elastic
there was a point of return I drove straight past it,
now I'm worried I'll miss the beat that’s why I blast it,
dunno how I lasted or reached the final heat,
now that I've got a time to beat,
there’s always time to kill there’s a post to fill, but post no bills,
a new page with no more frills, hone my skill
to get somewhere and not watching from the windowsill,
a thin pane of glass I need to get past, I'm sure I will