Rorschach from Driftwood Head by Native Tongue

I've been busy throwing stones again
Aimed at my own head
And writing all my sins in sand
Mind adjusts to giving up slowly
My compass spun apart
This is body treading in ocean
With no land to swim for

I want to paint my mind
So someone else can see
the disease in me

But it comes out as Rorschach ink

The specks in me
Distorting all that I see
A splinter, a cataract that colors everything
I need a brighter light at my feet
To cut through
My clouded lens
And set my vision free

My brother's planks don't bother me;
My little specks are all I see

From far off it seems like a speck but in close to me all
My splinters are divining rods that lead me in circles

Your rose lens is sweet but it hurts my head to see through it

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