You’re the crack on the wall,
That helps me escape.
You’re that noose into which I fall.
You’re the safe haven I’d hoped
For all these years,
The deaf ears into which I call.
You’re the gravity,
That keeps me down on the earth,
And further down on my knees,
By your feet.
You’re the driver of the car,
That I own the key of,
Now we’re off and beyond any street.
You’re the beautiful crystal glass that I adore,
The one that holds up my walls,
You’re the poison and sweetness,
Inside this bottle,
And the vacuum that cushions my fall.