Heads or Tails?
Somehow...
I don't know, maybe
Random thoughts, much less than random somehow
Intoxicatingly dangerous, frighteningly plausible
And here I sit with this cascade in my mind
I should have said something; too late now
But oh thank God I kept my mouth shut
Tremendous wisdom learned from all these days, now ignored
No point in bleeding if you don't learn not to cut
But no point in breathing if you don't risk a spill
Red for you, I'm red
It's still not dead, and I know it
I just can't show it
For fear of regression... for fear of fear alone
What's the point in breathing if you're never going to bleed?
What's the point in bleeding if you never learn to stop?
A paradox, an impossible riddle
So ignore the question for a moment, clear the mind
Know this truth: some things are worth bleeding for,
Worth breaking skin,
Worth every second of pain,
Every breath of fear
Too bold!
Too bold, forgetting not to bleed!
Stop slicing yourself open for nothing
Stop slicing yourself open for everything
But to stop the river is to drown in the lake
Drown in the knowledge that you'll always be afraid
To bleed, or not to bleed
To breathe, or not to breathe
To push this paper across the table,
Or to put it in my pocket and walk away.
Heads or Tails?
Why bother to flip the coin when I'm dead either way?
I don't know, maybe
Random thoughts, much less than random somehow
Intoxicatingly dangerous, frighteningly plausible
And here I sit with this cascade in my mind
I should have said something; too late now
But oh thank God I kept my mouth shut
Tremendous wisdom learned from all these days, now ignored
No point in bleeding if you don't learn not to cut
But no point in breathing if you don't risk a spill
Red for you, I'm red
It's still not dead, and I know it
I just can't show it
For fear of regression... for fear of fear alone
What's the point in breathing if you're never going to bleed?
What's the point in bleeding if you never learn to stop?
A paradox, an impossible riddle
So ignore the question for a moment, clear the mind
Know this truth: some things are worth bleeding for,
Worth breaking skin,
Worth every second of pain,
Every breath of fear
Too bold!
Too bold, forgetting not to bleed!
Stop slicing yourself open for nothing
Stop slicing yourself open for everything
But to stop the river is to drown in the lake
Drown in the knowledge that you'll always be afraid
To bleed, or not to bleed
To breathe, or not to breathe
To push this paper across the table,
Or to put it in my pocket and walk away.
Heads or Tails?
Why bother to flip the coin when I'm dead either way?