| Bittersweet. |
| Fell down, broke teeth.
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| But the risk was worth the fall.
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| Vulnerability wouldn’t mean a thing without the threat of drops of salt
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| I’m doing all that I can to stay up off the ground,
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| but my heart weighs a ton and it’s dragging me down.
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| I was holding my breath for so long I gave up
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| now I’m dizzy, light headed, I just can’t… Ah, Fuck it!
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| The largest thorn in my side is the feeling that I might be a 'regret'
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| And I can’t stop the paranoia 'til I can pull this fuckin' arrow from my chest
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| And I can see that your defenses are engaged because you’re scared to takea fall
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| Well, you can board the doors and windows but I’m still breaking through these
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| walls. |