She and the Hand

I can't tell if she won't tell


'Cause she couldn't tell, shouldn't tell, or just wouldn't tell


Even if it'd help her


She could go for shelter


But she's too bottled up


To shatter the walls


And make her horizons expand


Hope is far from given up


But the story expands


She's troubled in that bottle


There's a problem brewing within


And it's pretty hard to settle


When one reaches their hand in


To get her out those confines


She sends that hand back empty


And says what goes in won't go outside


And the hand knows it's a nuisance


Because in it keeps reaching


And at times to pull her out


It resorts to beseeching


Because the hand in a nagger that can't respect it's limits


And when it cares for something, the hand attempts to be coherent


So she can shoo the hand within that bottle as the day's spent


Time isn't of the essence; the hand is really patient.

Split-Minded Arguments

These people don't care about us

They only scan our content

And find out what applies to them

Then speak as if we're in a convent

They're footsteps are all over us

When will you get it in our head?

All these "friends" we call our friends 

Are with us to meet all their ends.

So if they're there to meet their ends,

Let's collect our dividends.

Our services are not for free

We halt production to boost theirs

And when we're down, they let us be

But when their down, we're kissing theirs.

So wake up man, before you start to harm me

Take what you call a "friendship" and leave it at the Salvation Army

On the contrary, I feel they do

They care about us more than you

They pushed us up when we were falling

Instead of helping them help us,

You made it hard with all your bawling

All you do is make a fuss

So what if things aren't always peachy?

So what if they call us for favors in the end?

Who else were they to call for?

Isn't that why you call a friend?

Maybe they don't latch for our services.

Maybe those're indirect benefits

Maybe you say that's the way it is,

'Cause you can't grasp the beauty of it.

So don't screw this up for the both of us

'Cause for real man, I've had enough of it.