[snow patrol albums do weird things to me. i have no idea.]

my life is, yes, is, a state of being
i exist.
i think.
haven't you heard of descartes?
but i'm getting off track.

my life is, yes is,
what...?
...what?
another quality demolition project
day by day I'm a work in progress.

progress is, yes is, a state of being
but a state of being progressing towards
destruction
is that an oxymoron?
i forget.

progressing towards destruction,
yes that's me
I've been told I'm dying with each breath I take
each moment I waste
why bother with rhyme and meter?

I'm sure you noticed there's no flow
it's because there's no time, don't you see?
I'm deteriorating before your face
not sure if I can take the anticipation

somehow I don't think
well, I do descartes, but just let me finish
I don't think that I'm what they planned
and by they I mean them

my forefathers
the ones who gave me this life to die
i don't think they'd like what they see
I hope they can't see me from where they are

their toil and strain, I don't know if they'd do it over
could they tell me if it's worth it?
just another wanna be poet
stumbling through overcooked slop in the pot

the leftovers, it's all I got
as I crumple paper after paper
i should take out the trash
i think.
you happy, descartes?

my life is, yes is, another quality demolition project