In between where I've been and everywhere that I want to be

One piece here and one chip there, I am broken beyond repair

Why should I care?



Soon you won't be able to see me at all

If the sun shines down on me tomorrow

Will it fill me up or leave me hollow?

Not quite disappearing altogether

I'm here but I'm never solid....



No one comes and no one calls

I might as well not be here at all

I crack up, I break down

On a ledge above solid ground

Please talk me down