Sleight of Hand

Another morning, another bed Your front to the wall Slink out the front gate again I'm the worst of them all Your friends are full of shit You're good for just one thing And you're not really any good at that anyway I can't wait to sit in this room and count mistakes that I have made Maybe I'll leave here soon Cut off all your hair and alter your façade But you're still the same toxic wretch beneath it all Maybe tomorrow I won't wake with this awful thumping in my head Maybe I won't wake at all Again I'm wasting another day Spent waiting around here Praying for my hate to dissipate My mantra is unclear Cause everything happens in the scent of a second The sleight of your hand is a force to be reckoned Dexterity aside, I expected more Your meaning is fleeting and your presence is the tool