in my mind

fair weather friends

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.