i am floating in a body that is slowly shifting shape and i'm tearing bits of skin off to let the fear escape and plucking all my nerve up 'cause chance favours the bold i strike out into the world but miss a step and knock myself out cold.
Stumbling down the road i hug my crutches tight like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul keeps falling down a manhole to a reservoir of pain with Achilles at my heels again. Be still, my beating heart.
Well i know forewarned is forearmed but lately i'm all thumbs. i am marching with two left feet behind the fifes and drums. And holding up a brave face 'cause fate favours the strong i trip over a bootlace and i wonder what the hell went wrong?
Steady as she goes along. The bumps and bruises beam like firetrucks upon the scene of an accident-prone soul keeps slipping through a manhole into a reservoir of pain with Achilles at my heels. Be still, my bleeding heart.
Look at all the maple leaves tumbling from the tallest trees lining streets with some star-crossed ancient reminder of what was loved and what was lost.
Stumbling down the road i squeeze my crutches tight like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul keeps crashing down a manhole to a reservoir of pain. Achilles at my heels. Be still, my breaking heart. Be still, my bursting heart.