On How Our Paths Differ - Matt Pryor

Your eye on the bottle

That you had on the shelf

All but forgotten

How to cast these spells

It happens too often

I get overwhelmed

I’m high on a mountain

To down in the skids

I have a theory for what this is

I can’t be that way again

It may be the fashion

It may be the rage

I guess when I’m laughin'

I’m showin' my age

Attempt at compassion

By breakin' my gaze

I’m silently countin'

Backward from ten

Tryin' not laugh out loud again

Sorry about that friend

It isn’t the nation

So much as it’s you

You keep on pretending like you’re

You’re still twenty-two

If you’re at the height of it, then the

Then the bottom will do

It may sound defeatist

But it’s never been

I have to be happy in my own skin

I’m happy to not fit in

I’m happy to not fit in

I’m happy to not fit in

I’m happy to not fit in