Framed In Poor Light

Step back, this drop in position
 Is hitting hard
 Deadline, this week's lost its meaning
 Been going on for awhile
 Push hard, focus inconsistent
 Regresss to start
 Shift this phrase
 Just to take this weight
 From my arms
 Rejected stability from the start
 Setting up again
 Try to ensure progression's kept
 Shift this phase
 Just to take this weight
 From my arms
 Pushing on
 And it feels like Sunday
 It's not worth forcing
 Just go with it
 Losing days, freezing this time
 All i know is that pressure remains
 Keeps me up
 'Till I can't read what's real
 Afraid that I've
 Framed up this shot
 In poor light
 Throw me up
 And spit me out to fate
 Seems like 've been
 Pulled through this mud
 A few times