Forced To Sing

Some people ask me why I can't read writing on the wall

I answer in a sentence that just runs on down the hall

Tension breathes then breaks me when I answer any call

While others still accuse me of never feeling things at all

Surrounding all the poison that keeps floating through my mind

Is a drunken swollen evening, foggy, frozen and misaligned

And a Christmas truck stop parking lot where the waitress did me kind

Then senselessly accused me of being seven years behind

They can intersect my feelings with their roads to trite success

And tell me that the best I've ever been was not the best