Maker Taker

So they've come to claim me To play with my patience To try and possess me I have to say that I'm fatigued Six advisors at a round table Counseling that I may not stay valuable Unless I'm writing verses And telling tragic stories I'm alone on stage With no exit They'll be whispering from the wings That I seem selfish Who's the maker And who's the taker Here, here Now the critics turn their gaze to me What have I made with these waves of grief What have I produced What can they consume I'll starve those hungry ghosts Play what I know about hope and confusion And laughing in tour vans Maybe I just like the adrenaline spike Maybe I'm just done trying to please everyone Who's the maker And who's the taker Who's the maker And who's the taker Who's the maker And who's the taker Here