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Christ on the cross, no more room, just slide off |
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Meet on the wire, no more lines, can't climb higher |
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So from your new plateau you writhe and wait, |
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For something real to shake your bones, |
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To turn you back into a person |
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You sublet the space, cut your costs, flipped off fate |
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And watched while she packed, cried and cried, but no "come back" |
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You figured you could sit around and wait, |
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For love this real to just pop up, |
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To fall from trees, to ride on rainstorms |
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Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it |
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You said it was worth it through the first hit |
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But back amongst the dirt and spent grass |
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The empty coffee cups, the green glass |
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The basement brokering and side bets |
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The puzzle pieces in the tool shed |
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I think you can build it, I think you can build it |
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I know you can build it cause I built it |
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(Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it |
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You said it was worth it through the first hit) |
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Back before you moved so fast and traced your veins with splintered glass |
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Your lazy eyes aligned to find a purpose, a purpose |
