sick of looking at my stupid face
sick of being stuck in place
I tie my laces together, and curse when I trip
no use pretending I'm not what I am
I can't make it better or make it make sense
but maybe I can explain at least.
:
Today was a good day.
I didn't worry about being murdered in my sleep
didn't worry about someone blasting a hole through my
brain when I looked out the window today was a good day.
I know I'm a little crazy, more than a little paranoid
I know I draw lines where I shouldn't,
know I tie knots where I shouldn't,
know I cry lots when I shouldn't,
know I should smile and be happy where I am.
I cannot undo, can't unsay
can't pray away
can't stay away.
I can keep my mouth shut but not long enough
I can keep my legs shut but that's not enough
I can keep my eyes shut but I can't unsee
and I want to be warm and I want to be free
but that doesn't mean the same to you and to me.
I refuse to hide
will not abide
would rather change the landscape
than be cast aside
would rather change the language
than to speak a lie
would rather start a fire
than go back inside
well I guess it just takes time
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