That's just the state of things
That's just the state of things, ain't that the way it seems?
Give yourself away again, begrudgingly come back to me.
Most folks can take or leave me and I can't say that I blame them.
I'm not my biggest fan either but some times I'll entertain them.
I'm a mess of a wreck of a shell of a man and I can't stop dying.
I understand when you spit in my face at least one of us is trying.
Most times it feels like a full time job staying this damn angry.
It would take a bolt of thick stern rope just strong enough to hang me.
I love you more than I hate me and as long as I remember,
Each time I fall to pieces you put me back together.
You shut me out, I lock you in
Someone to lose something to win
A sad sweet face, a stone cold chin
A wooden box to lay me in
It's hard to have feeling with poor circulation
If I should speak out I'd be wasting my breathe
Could it be pure luck or raw determination
That I should survive but have nothing left?
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