Standing on the edge again
Living in the space between medicine
Hunting for communication
Looking for some motivation
Sometimes I think I see
The person staring back at me
Like mirrors made of broken glass
Sometimes I’m too scared to ask
Questions forming in my head
Like crumpled sheets between our beds
Like now, I used to be so sure
Of everything that we stood for
And now I just sit back and think
Stay with me darling, one more drink.
Because this, 
This is not a home
This is a place we call our own
But nothing ever really lasts
We’re the residue upon the glass
I’m getting scared that we might break
It’s just a chance I’ll have to take
That one more night might do us in
But we keep up the medicine
And the schedule tightens round our throats
Like the words we thought we wrote
Sometimes I think I can crawl
Between the pictures on the wall
Right when I think I’ve figured out
Exactly what we fight about
But Sometimes life is just a game
Where every player is the same
And days go by, like passing seasons
Sometimes I think that there’s no reason
Because this, 
This is not a home
This is a place we call our own
But nothing ever really lasts
And now’s a moment in the past.