These sutures don’t stay in place too long
heavy beating tears them wide open
And the body moves to dull the pain
but we’re running out of medicine

They warned me of the consequences
to take heed of doctors orders
Risk it all or play it safe
you know I’ll always choose the former

Lift me up to drag me down
wind me up and spin me round
dive right in, get pushed around
and only heaven knows where I’ll be found

So we tread lightly on this fine line
between anxiety and apathy
And I gave it everything I could
’til there was nothing left of me

now I piece myself together bit by bit
an empty shell so battle scarred
I knew full well this wouldn’t be easy but
I never expected it to be this hard

the surgeon stitched me back together
though I’m afraid these threads wont hold long
I feel it no less than before
it’s not any easier since you’ve gone