where is your wherewithal?

don't talk to me, i want to be ignored until someone is missing on me

collect your things, no crying please
i told you your all was with you wherever you go

why is your wherewithal exploding all over the floor and calling you names you've never heard before?

where is your wherewithal? and when were you so sure that you didn't care at all? the clouds could float into my eyes and die there

no letters please, walk up to me
i want you to see what mediocrity can be

pretend you're me and walk into something you don't want to see
my conniption's a fit that i would rather be

direct my sleeves inward and correct your sorry vacancy to reflect what the all is with and where it is there