Bridge

There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your doorBetween the apple trees and poison leaves that formAround my shoulders as they toss me back and forthThey bring me pleasure and they always keep meWarmWarmThere's a cashmanThere are quick curesThere are taste testsThere are trashwhoresThere is numbnessThere is feelingThere is sicknessThere is healingAnd I'm halfway to youBut I'm taking a breakWhere I walk with a limpAnd I sleep with mistakesAnd I blow up my lungsWith the air that I needAnd my dreams I'm on kneesAnd I'm washing your feetWith my hairAnd I'm a bridge with all of my addictionsAll of my addictionsAll of my addictionsAnd I'm a bridge with all of my addictionsAll of my addictionsAll of my addictionsThere are sunbeamsThere are dark cloudsThere are voicesThere are no soundsAnd I'm stableSo you want meYes I'm stableWhile you want meAnd I'm uprightWhile you're downsizedWhile you're downsizedI am uprightI'm the cashmanYou're the quick cureYou're the taste testAnd I'm the trashwhoreAnd I don't feel a thingBut I want to be realAnd I don't feel a thingBut I want to be realAnd I don't feel a thingBut I want to be realAnd I don't feel a thingBut I want to be realAs you areAre