Holding Pattern from No Relation by Rich Wasson

I don't respond very well to the kind of pressure you've been piling upon me
You can dress it up any way that you like
But your reputation precedes you
Still you wonder why nobody believes you
Or why you start each day with a new fight
You think that you're a star and believe that the world always owes you something
I wonder who you think that you really are
You overplayed your hand thinking that you could count on my indecision
I know you think that you're gonna go pretty far

You fucked up when you spoke on topics meant for my edification
Exposing all your weakness, spite, & pride
But you're locked in a holding pattern, badly stitched & void of color
Crumpled up in a corner to the side
There's no ambiguity, no doublespeak or pretty words that can paint you
Into the picture you'd like for us to see
And no sorrow to see you go, I'd hoped you'd learn from your own mistakes, still
This isn't something that's going to affect me

• Anti-Capitalist
• Hardcore
• Punk
• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• Singer-Songwriter
• Cincinnati