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i bet you donít think much of me right now

i bet youíre not thinking about me much

but i know i canít really blame you somehow

because blaming me seems more fun

but iím falling out of favor with myself

trying to find out where i need to be

and itís the farthest iíve been yet the closest iíve come to being

where i want to be

now iím losing concept of linear time

just running in circles around the same old line

iíve tallied my miles and iíve got too many to bear

but i checked the map and iím not getting anywhere

but now iím falling out of favor with myself

trying to settle this debate

but i donít want to just throw up my hands

because i know fate always brings it too late

yes i know fate always brings it to me too late

so i raise my fist like it does any good

because this place owes me something at least i think it should

and the equation is missing something that the world donít want to give me

or else iím missing something that i donít want to see

iím falling out of favor with myself

trying to rid this ambivalence in me

but time keeps moving before i want to go

before i know where i need to be

before i know where i want to be