My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true,
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know,
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memories will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely, duct tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
I know the sink, and the rot gut feeling.
Is this happening to me?
And I know what it's like to want to end it all.
Driving home between the lines in the road.
I swear that I've been through this before.
When nothing makes much sense,
Except for doing yourself in.
Razorblades are hard to hold.
When we're hit in the heart with,
Problems that won't shift,
It's hard to admit that we're afraid.
When we're hit in the head with,
Unanswered questions that repeat,
"How could I live after this day?"
We can take the hits and grow tougher,
Collect ourselves and live longer,
And find there is no need to be afraid.
Because we all have more to offer,
When we struggle to cope with,
Whatever it takes to make the days.
We all have what it takes to make it home....