I washed out all my energy on splitting hairs Pushed myself to reinvent what maybe wasn’t there To identify a common thread
‘Fore I cross the line
Just to pass the test
Such a funny thing to be the anti-hero
One pint in, barrier down
Spilling to a friend
I make a fist, guilt on the brow
Is it me or them?
Such an angular choreography
That I stumble through, trying to find my feet Put your hands together for the anti-hero
And the pendulum swinging overhead Carries all the weight of the words I’ve said Could somebody ever love an anti-hero?