Steering Clear

I get up already angry that nothing's out to get me again I pretend that something's overflowing, but not the way I wanted I dream of some catharsis, I swear when I'm there I never let it harden But I stop to start the day, I'll just think another way Not too late, just afraid there's nothing that I'm wanting I'm breaking at the stitches, the first of many wishes It's hard to explain, there's nothing that I'm feeling at all There must be something here, but is it worth it And I'm still steering clear, just not on purpose I ignore another message until they learn the lesson Without a response that I'm not that invested But maybe I'm just lying, it's easier than trying to say what I think There's nothing that I'm feeling at all There must be something here, but is it worth it And I'm still steering clear, just not on purpose I'm not proud, no I don't mean to stop it earnestly I could stand to be convinced to try it perfectly There must be something here, but is it worth it And I'm still steering clear, just not on purpose There must be something here, but is it worth it And I'm still steering clear, just not on purpose