Jury-Rigged
Any magnitude of the challenge cannot be solved by solitude
Gratitude is the attitude that takes you to your altitude.
The mission is to be loved, the game is to be screwed
I’d rather be shoved in the face with a slap-dash feud
Jerry-built, jury-rigged, rudimentary, rough and ready
I’m okay with this makeshift way,
regenerate slow and steady
My love is slowly sinking in an abyss of my own emotion
I am a single drop of water in this mystic ocean
Room 3103
I’m not the patient, I’m just an errand-man
Broken, snowed-in, some life-support, I demand
No amount of screaming can kill me now
No amount of verbal abuse would bring me down
Medication, meditation, I need them more than you
This solitude is a lie, no one knows I’m with you
Efforts gone to waste, uncredited, unappreciated
My love has been erased, completely disregarded
Beginning to lose hope, beginning to falter
Will I still be waiting for you at the end of the altar
Galactic Shark 