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