Walk on Water

What happens at four a.m. when I feel like writing

turn off the lights

 let the stars fall from the sky

 they crash down around me

myriad of broken glass

 cutting my face

 i cant feel the pain

 i feel it all to well

 pills make me rise above

 a bottle helps me sink below

 you arms make me sane

 im not delicate

 im not going to break

 don't leave the room when i cry

 i hate breaking fown in your arms

 only you may touch

 the others can die

 with blood washed with fire

 and coffee, milky-sweet

 i hate this dance we do

 this sadistic play of life

 i'm reeaching out to you

 i don't remember how to sing

 maybe i'll just fall to peices

 i'll just say goodnight

and let myself go