I came to see you and talk about how things have been.
I can`t keep fighting and think about what we have left.
Wrap me up. Spit me out.
I`ve had these fights for years so now.
Slow me down. Call me out.
I`ve had these doubts, but no one knows just how.
Where do you think that I stand now?
Where do you think you will let me fall?
I can see it. A picture of one cold, dark cloud.
A mist around you to choke the painful worlds out of your crooked mouth.
Think it out. Calm me down.
I come home so dull and feel unknown.
Take a break? Foreign ground.
It never feels quite right, the way that we put each other down.
I`ve been being too vague now.
I`ve been writing the same old friends.
These predictions will mean so little
in light of all of the things that we can`t mend.
I will be there to resuscitate you.