No Head

Patience I'm out of it "You're out of line, let's talk about it" Yeah What about it? Mistakes and problems, I keep them shrouded Not even my hindsight is allowed in (Such a sweet taste of light) Your breath of sun-ray on my chest (Something good that could be mine) Blinding lights appear when they come for my arrest You're a sitting duck They're a flock of birds Some are cursed with luck Others are lucky to be cursed I've got negative thoughts That make plans come to naught Half a page of scribbled lines My brain begins to rot Thought I had time on my side But I don't I'll just walk this earth without my goddamn head screwed on right