Forty-One False Starts

I've been feeling like the old man and the sea,

You asked me if I was over it,

I'll never be,

It's all been torn apart,

Forty-one false starts.

If I could be so brave,

A little lenny bruce, like I didn't care.

I'm working on it,

I am working,

See these hands are so very tired.

I feel like such a loser on some dumb crusade.

I feel so caught between this whole love and hate thing.

So what if I wear a bullseye on my heart,

Forty-one false starts.

So much is left unsaid.

I wanted to clear the air,

You said it was perfectly clear.

I'm working on it,

I am working,

See these hands are so very tired.