Explosion

Tingling starts in the back of my neck

Spreads into my head, what did I forget

The ratio is two worries to a smile in this head of mine

Like picking a field of grass one blade at a time

Not knowing where to begin, I don’t start at all

My mind in need of an overhaul, I kick back

Numbed by the sound and the sight of the TV

Worries remain as I go to sleep

Subconscious is the escape I take

The dream world, every morning it breaks

Back to the reality of the concrete beneath my feet

Repeat it over in my head walking down the street

There’s a world of critics, paying attention only when I fail

Why should I try, when there are people who work hard

And have nothing to show for it

That could happen to me, so I won’t waste my life trying

To impress, if the only time the world turns its head

Is to look at failure.

When a good deed is done, people don’t care

But they pay to see the freak show at their state fair

If that is the world, that passes judgment on Ben

Then I’d rather go to hell, than live in their heaven

You can grade me. Give me an F, I don’t care

Take half the risks I take. You won’t because you’re scared

Like all the critics, you’re just another water drop rolling off my windshield

Because on some things the deal is already sealed

Your grade of an F means nothing to me

I’ve decided not to take your opinion seriously

In light of this, I give you an F too

You’re just another 6 billionth of this world, so F you.