The Book of Muscle

I've been spreading myself thin again, and
 Very little is getting
 The attention it fully deserves
 There are several causes for this
 Strain, half the time
 Half the time, half the time
 I'm a doing my best
 To arrange their conclusion; but how
 How effective can half mast truly be?
 How about we brood a little more?
 Every time my mind wanders
 I sink a little further
 Scratch that scab, scratch that scab
 That I'd so dearly wished would
 Just become a scar
 I suppose it's those figurative bats that
 Keep swinging
 At my head
 It's a long road that's been chasing me
 While that knife's so deep in my brain
 It's a long road that's been chasing me
 While that knife's so deep in my brain
 How about we brood a little more?
 Every time my mind wanders
 I sink a little further
 Scratch that scab, scratch that scab
 That I'd so dearly wished would
 Just become a scar
 I suppose it's those figurative bats that
 Keep swinging
 At my head
 That's preventing my escape
 But I'll swing a little harder
 I'll run a little faster
 I've got the tools; I just need to use them
 Oh I just need to use
 Oh I just need to use
 It's a long road that's been chasing me
 While that knife's so deep in my brain
 It's a long road that's been chasing me
 While that knife's so deep in my
 Brain