Neurotic Mandolins

Neurotic men with the mandolin

His shame wearing a grin 

In the outline their thoughts unfold

Their favorite opposition 

Chest slowly rising 

Mossed and growing mold

Racing inside to believe you are more 

Than the product of your lies

Do you ever look at yourself 

When you let it all drip away 

We barely held it, our minds are erased

And yours is gone to us 

It’s the indifference displayed 

And the hate laid in the your wake 

The selfish statement laid

To prevent any organic decay 

It all fell flat on us

You should just walk away