Spite, Rebranded

You know it's learned

It's a discipline a skill

It's not something thing you're born with

It's a house you gotta build

You know it's heavy

Like a Sisyphean stone

When you drop it

You gotta push it up again

And sometimes hope comes empty-handed

You raise them up but they crash-landed

And sometimes hope is spite, rebranded

And that's fine

Well I get angry

Tired of cleaning up this mess

I've had to swallow my teeth and bite my tongue

And train my gag reflex

The data's full of blood and bones

The trendline's looking grim

The place I wear my future

Feels like a phantom limb

And sure I'm at a disadvantage

But I've added gold to pieces damaged

'Cause sometimes hope is wrath I've managed

And that's fine

You know it's thin on the ground

And few and far between

Gotta find it where you can

And substitute when picking's lean

Might be grim determination

Or a simple question mark

If you light the place on fire

Or grow accustomed to the dark

They say that hope can't be commanded

Don't always bloom quite where it's planted

I've seen it wild and I've seen it tended

And that's fine

Nature hates a vacuum

Loves those shades of grey

Won't run hot and cold on purpose

Or care what the devil may

Might be a thing with feathers

Flying too close to the moon

Or sitting in a ribcage

Humming you a crooked tune

And sometimes hope comes open-handed

To haul you up when you crash-landed

But sometimes hope is spite, rebranded

And that's fine

Sometimes hope is spite, rebranded

And that's fine