Gamesphere

When the corners of the map kiss
 I'm really gonna do this
 Before I wake up tomorrow morning
 And throw it away
 I tried to find your manifesto
 On a library desktop
 You commandeered for yourself in glory
 And I'm in your way
 You said
 I know you, I hate you, I'm not what you're all about
 I know that you're not gonna get it so just get out
 I don't have the answers, I just hate to go outside
 Don't make it your life
 I was spat out on suburban roads of San Diego
 Into hedge maze, and driveways alike
 And I paced about it aimlessly to gain some ground.
 Without landmarks; with no end in sight
 I have no map, No phone
 Least of all a clue
 Of where to go or what to do
 Because I wrapped you up in ethos
 When you shook the ground beneath us
 And over-drafted faith in you
 I used to think I trailed so far behind you
 But you kept me optimistic on the tour
 So I traveled to this mountain top to find you
 Just to shrug as you showed me the door
 So I wandered round suburban roads in San Diego
 As I tried and failed to find my flight back home
 So you might feel disrespected but I can't follow without directions
 If you can't show me the way I'll find my own