Hapworth - Contender

Flawed by design, and panaceas, all ineffective for me now

Ear to the door, no one can see us, eavesdropping children, deafening woe

Those building blocks, now set to tumble, and they always tumble

I regret speaking up tonight

As you endure one more apology

I can tell you’re tired of dealing with me

Messed up again, slurred rambling, as I begin

To sell a world I can’t buy, to just give up as we whine

Then hoping maybe in time, we’ll break this selfish decline