Coffee's On The Table, Cab's At The Door

Torn in two and thrown back together each stitch marks days I failed at being better I am my mother's heart and my father's liver Drag these led feet through vase terrains keeps me occupied on repairs without Destination I am the time spent healing and all the time that I've wasted Cursed with every good Emotion breached learning that cures began as disease I'm on course for the clouds and being pulled back down It's left me stranded and Stretched thin I'm on course for the clouds and being pulled back down over again Reaching out to friends from my past Rose colored glass in frames that won't last I've been both primer and rust More problems than solutions Gift of hard working hands All used up boredom sets in shaking hands with a relapse but I am not afraid I'll embrace That culminating escape My time is running out Not fast enough