I feel their gaze in the morning
When I\'m looking in the mirror
I felt their eyes were on me
When I bought red and black streamers
I shoved the colors in their faces
My life was all but set
But I have a way of ruining things
And I hadn\'t clutched it yet
What I hadn\'t clutched was vague in that
I couldn\'t see it clearly
But it was concrete in the sense
That I knew I was missing it dearly
That moving target of success
The one that hated me
I killed myself at a chance to shoot....
But I missed, and then repeat.
What is it about me?
Must be some type of flaw
My life always ends up this way
But there is no tug in my jaw
It\'s all what I expected
It\'s what we knew deep down
Me and those eyes agree on it
As I perform for our town
And what we can agree on
We\'re certain and need no proof
But we are spoiled spectators so...
The evidence has no roof
No matter what I choose to do
No matter what lives I try on
I\'ll inevitably fail at all of them
and...
The crowd lets out a yawn