Quaver

I'm skimming between the surfaces

Of confidence and nervousness

All this shaking is far worse than turbulence

Ignoring disturbances

In search of pertinence

So i can finally begin to start my metamorphosis

I never thought a habit would be this hard to kick

Then again I never thought time would start to move so quick

Never submit, guaranteed to throw a fit, start things and not commit

I will admit if I omit but not a bit if you don't split

The blame, shit for brains, simple and plain, I love to complain, sick of the same