The weight of expectation feels like

something I should have outgrown by now,

But here I am paying the price.

As a boredom-tainted haze descends

Like the silent autumn rain, on the

Red-tile rooftops of your youth

Oh my god, you’re living proof of all I’ve lost.

She’s been dodging calls, and you’ve been working late a lot this week

And the sky keeps drawing nearer to the ever-rising sea,

My equilibrium is gone, my equilibrium is gone.

So I’ve been waiting on the words

To keep me from sinking out of sight

Into the dust of my desperation;

Walking proof of all the lines I’ve yet to cross.

And as the cargo trains are humming down some distant northern track

The insects crack the silence for the sad insomniacs.

My equilibrium is gone, My equilibrium is gone.

And I’m sitting in a parked car,

Waving my hands

Sitting in a parked car,

Making my demands;

Sitting in a parked car

Screaming ‘I don’t understand’

My equilibrium is gone,

My equilibrium is gone.

My equilibrium is gone,

My equilibrium is gone.