Used to believe in stability
Or the thought of being stable
Well, I’m not able
To stay inside the lines (sometimes)
Details and numbers
Swallowed up my insides
And it starts to slip away
I found safety in the taste of the ground
Why do we fall down?
You always tell me you’re just waiting for the fall
If we fall we can claw our way out
I’d rather crawl than stand so tall
I just want to see the finish line
Just want to see the other side
But I’m not able
Stuck between the past (some times) and the future tense
Balance on the precipice
And it starts to slip away
I wish I could refuse to cave in
But it’s so easy to pretend I’m brave
When in the end, I’m collapsible at best
I’m collapsible at best