The Ledge

(Mary Gauthier) Under water, under the well Under glass, under a ground swell Chasing bliss, chasing my tail Chasing desire, straight down to hell I couldn't love, could not forgive Didn't know how to live and let live My choices were few On the ledge, looking up at you Over drawn, over fed, Over run, over my head I held a grudge, I held a gun, Held contempt for everyone I couldn't cry, I couldn't learn I didn't flinch when bridges burned I was tost, through and through