I am sitting here on my 12 string guitar
And my fingers barely can tell where they are
They have no new chords like I’d hoped they would find tonight
I have no new words to help bleed my mind
And my fingers have no calluses
I haven’t played this thing since God knows when
Of all the activities I could’ve picked tonight
It seems that I’ve chose the one that I don’t know how to do
Right

I am sitting here in my life in a jar
Just examining how it’s gotten this far
I am tapping on the glass and examining the lid
I am completely perplexed at how the hell I fit in here
On a daily basis I am planning my escape from this
But I can’t see past the jars’ reflection of my face
Of all the vanishing acts that I have pulled in my life
It seems that I have found the one I don’t know how to do right

I am looking for description; a meaningful inscription
Of how it is and where it’s gone
I am searching for support, and belief, and relief
From a denial that scorns my existence to the teeth
So most of the time I am just sitting in my mind
I don’t know where you think you are or how you could expect this of me
I always hoped that I would find the love of my life
But it seems that I have landed a one that won’t do me right

So let’s get to the reason that I don’t just end this
My pathetic excuse of being totally dependent
But not just me, the four that followed
My love or belief while in the muck I wallowed
Yes it was insanely foolish and incredibly super-selfish
My past desperate needs will have all of us paying for this
In the past I would’ve just left for a new life
But it’s obvious there is no answer here that is right

So I live undercover my poems are like mumbles
My thoughts are barely breathing and my freedom is jumbled
My importance wanes as my colors are fading
My overzealous righteousness is dead and degrading
The shadow of oppressiveness will walk through that door tonight
And everything that’s special will just drop to the floor and I will sigh
Of all the things that I could’ve done right by my light
It seems that I have chosen the one that won’t let me shine bright

Yes I’m sitting here on my 12 string guitar
And my fingers so sore still can’t tell where they are
They’ve certainly got no new chords for me tonight
And all the words in the world will not make this life
Alright