The Mixture

Take a picture of me

I'm dying for more

I really can't believe this

We just all want to be on TV

A minute of this face time

Tearing down your door

Driven by one hundred forms of fear

I've been trying

To deny this all

For too long

To keep my mouth shut

And it's got me nowhere

To expose you

I cannot blame you

I will not please you

I do not need you

To do the things

That get you off

When you tell me

The things I have to

When you call me

I don't want to

Out here with a backpack

Traveling back tracked

When I don't need to

It never made sense to me

But it always made sense to you

And I will still be here

In front of you

In spite of you

So smile

As you look in the mirror

Give me my receipt now though

Fuck this industry

Excuse me to death

Can we say fuck it?

You can have metal

BACK

You can have it back

I'll say it again

I said I'm in it to win it

Don't hold

Can't you tell that I'm already in the mix?