Right Up to the Rind

You're driving with your knees I've never felt at ease with myself where I am Stole some I's to cross some T's Left bartering with wolves praying they all once were lambs Do you really find Resolution from watching The minute hand chew right up to the rind Is it prayer that keeps you tight Productive survival With the proof that the soreness provides What I know is this moment Is eating me alive Fixing seams and ironing out Reputation asleep middle seat with the windows down Out of reach and highest bough Turning beet-red from home Cursed the soil, beckoned back How you like me now Walking right up to the wire Always scolded at the edge, they fear I'm only getting higher Finding new burns to admire Now each one thinks they know what I should do with all that fire Do you really find Resolution from watching The minute hand chew right up to the rind Does the sting itself define Persistent diffusion Dread is never an illusion if it's mine What I know is left open This lapse has no move but resign Finding witness in the crowd Reputation asleep middle seat with the windows down Good luck, you better hope you're loud Best intentions alone Cursed the soil, beckoned back How you like me now Do you really find Resolution from watching The minute hand chew right on through The rind