Mold

A stick in the mud, a knife in the back
My memory of a chain of react
A trap for the mouse, a treat for the cat
A chorus of notes at the drop of a hat

Don't know what I'm thinking of
Am I just a waste of air?
Don't know what I'm thinking of
I figured out the knot, but I just can't kick the chair

And I can pretend it's only a phase
We seem to be in some sort of a haze
A shaking of hands, a meeting of friends
I hate to observe, I'm falling again

Don't know what I'm thinking of
Am I just a waste of air?
Don't know what I'm thinking of
I figured out the knot, but I just can't kick the chair

Don't know what I'm thinking of
Am I just a waste of air?
Don't know what I'm thinking of
I figured out the knot, but I just can't kick the chair