Wondering which way is up, Which way is in
Please understand, because thats what I really want
Stumbling and stuttering on my every thought
A single sentence violenty spinning in my head
Twisting the possiblilities and concerns around desperation and efficiency
Failing to convey enough importance with every syllable
To tell someone everything would be a gentle sigh of relief, allowing the comfort of hope
If only I could find a clear beginning and a point to leap from
I would be an emphatic jumper if You are willing to grip the rope
Lying perfectly still while my words finally tumble
and slip on my tongue
but come to an agonizing stop at my lips
I can't open my eyes because these windows need blinds
or maybe the curtains have always been drawn
but something is obvious when I look another human being dead on
I am a broken record with an empty head
who wants to tell you every truth
but settles for a smile instead