Used to believe in stability Or the thought of being stable Well, I'm not able To stay inside the lines (sometimes) Details and numbers Swallowed up my insides And it starts to slip away I found safety in the taste of the ground Why do we fall down? You always tell me you're just waiting for the fall If we fall we can claw our way out I'd rather crawl than stand so tall I just want to see the finish line Just want to see the other side But I'm not able Stuck between the past (some times) and the future tense Balance on the precipice And it starts to slip away I wish I could refuse to cave in But it's so easy to pretend I'm brave When in the end, I'm collapsible at best