Autobio

I am the frequency ringing in between your ears I am the billboard shouting that the end is near I am the lighthouse searching for a ship on the coast I am the windows fogged up on the side of the road I am the life of the party, I'm the thief of fun I am nothing special, I am second to none I am the speed that keeps, picking up the passing of time I am the self diagnosis page online I am that childhood friend I haven't written in years I am every love that I've left in tears I am the smell of the pavement after the rain I am the Ativan screaming in through my veins I am the patron saint of yearning for home I am static between stations on the radio I am the doubting son of a son of man I am whatever the algorithm says that I am I am the black flag sticker on the Cadillac I am the coming of age in a market crash I am saying that he won't but you know that he will I am pushing my rock back up the hill I am pushing my rock back up the hill I am scratching at an itch that just won't stop I am dying to be everything that I'm not I am lighting that bridge just to watch it burn I am finally getting what I deserve I am laughing right back into the face of god I am turning this key but it just won't lock I see a black crow singing on the windowsill I am pushing my rock back up