a freshman to this sophomore slump, a junior to a senior failure

i've got a god complex but no one to rule.
a good shot but lacking a place to aim
i can't even holster this enigmatic feeling
but i'm done with being nothing, let's start something
i've got lighter fluid if you've got the match.
so here we go, under the covers
starting with the clothes, we're tearing each other
down to the nuts and bolts of an operation much bigger than you or i
or even we
we've got so many things to get past, but i can't seem to adjust
you've got your sense of self, and i've got my lust
and not much else at this point



here's to hoping for more than what we're offered.xx