You are the crutch
You're the ocean that flows with rust
You're busted boxing gloves
But you ache like a scar and break apart like dust.
Don't go walking on eggshells
When you're cracking up yourself
The yolk of your soul is bleeding
Don't go walking a tightrope
When it's tied around your throat
The joke is your heart is beaten.
You are the cross
You're the static stone gathering moss
You're crushed in your own paws
But your nature is tempered and you're gaining only loss.
Don't go walking on eggshells
When you're cracking up yourself
The yolk of your soul is bleedi...
