Brick Wall

I come to a brick wall, it was intentional this time, I put my fists up, count to three

And I give it all I have

I come here every Tuesday night, it's how I practice in real time, what it's like talking to you

Nothing more irritating, don't you think

Than talking to someone who doesn't hear you, I think what irritates me mostly

I haven't given up on it, cause what do I have

What else do I have

So I come back

You think you're set with your big guns, but you've been hiding all this time, behind suits and money

I know what's left, you're a coward in disguise