and a stiff enough drink
can see me through times
when I don't need to think
when good dreams hurt worse
than bad ones ever dare
when I rise to find that my waking time
is the real nightmare
and you're telling me things
that you've said a thousand times
just to make sure
that they're cemented in my mind
your border's ever present
and I just can't find the words
to help you listen to the things
that I need to be heard
so take whatever 's left of me
and wash it from your hands
my feet will find a path alone
without a home
without a plan
I may not know just what I need
but it isn't false security
falling from your wreckage
without a place to land
and my father and my mother
and my sister and my brothers
we've all danced this fine dance all our lives
taking every step
not to miss a beat
while our feet are being cut with tiny knives
and it hurts too much to bare
but everybody's there
just watching for your wounded feet to stumble
but with the weight of their eyes
and their ambivalent sighs
it takes all the strength I have to not just crumble
and I'm thinking as I'm spinning
going back to the begining
where we never really had a strong foundation
and though I tried to make it home
I see you'd rather be alone
and I'm sorry for the miscommunication.
