the shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone

but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone



never want my hand cut off

never want a hacking cough

never need a cliffside push

never turn my brain to mush



always give me what I lack

always take the best parts back

always recognize your fate

always just a moment late



left is where I always turn

left is how I'm forced to learn

left the route my walking takes

left alone with my mistakes



up against the person who

up 'til now I never knew

up from hell the answer blew

up or down it's up to you



drop me off the Chinese wall

and peel my fingers off the rim

I come unglued while in midair and land to reform

limb by limb



and I am taken far away...



lingering slowly melting away

tossed with the salad and baled with the hay

pooling the water that drips from above

trampled by lambs pecked by the dove