Call It What You Like

My failure is my apathy But I don't really care Seems like I should be missing something But I can't if it's not there Run the flag and fly the pennant I will proudly wear my blues Can I feel like less than nothing If there's nothing left to lose? Why am I so sentimental? Mental sentience is the catch I could burn the same as others That's if I could find a match Crickets are the loudest thing When looking up is looking down If someone were to break the ice I'd fall in and probably drown I'm fluent in imagination Give my mind a mic But I'm bad at making titles so just Call it what you like