again im here
on that same edge
the same spot
lost in thought
lost in wonder
my mind occupied in stars
in my head it’s a mess
how did i get there
and more inportantly
how do i get rid of it
again im there
on that same spot
the same edge
how can I lose focus
when writing this verse
is it possible
i’m there again
lost it again
to some stranger on the bus?
i’m here, on the edge
worshipping my sin
alone in the dark
it’s cold
blank, and thin
i’m quite sure i’m not
sure about anything
I’m pretty certain
that all I think
is just a lie
to cover up the lot
mind filled with nonsense
no lyrics, no rhymes
just a big mess of something
I’m trying to disguise
again on the edge
I’m still there
thinking of every whisper once spoken
of your oh so tidy lips
reminding every word your voice could carry
sucking it all in
I’m going over and over it again
maybe just maybe
this awkward feeling
tells no fault
maybe just maybe
It’s time
to put everything on hold
and when I’m there again
on the edge
I’ll know
I will know
I’m certain
that I’ll guess
the final solution
to this awful mess
