Days with no structure
and nights with bad dreams
When we don't know
if the door is open or closed
(I'll stop now, I'll put it all away)
Understanding the point of you
It's my own distraction, my failure of attention
(I'll stop now, I'll crush it down today)

Never being, wishing to be
Never being, wishing to be
Always on edge
I write upon the edge
So I'm a writer on the edge
With a map of everywhere we've been

The script is very strong
It needs no revisions or intermissions
Just some heavy drinking
to calm our own weak nerves
(I'll stop now, I'll put it all away)
Armed with a needle, a pen
and brown paper bag
The needle for writing
the paper to cover my face
(I'll stop now, I'll shove it down today)

Something happens, it blurs
Something happens, it skips
Something happens, blurs, its skips, it fades
Blurs, its skips, it fades
But I'll breathe
And I'll live