The Ledge

Under water, under the well

Under glass, under a ground swell

Chasing bliss, chasing my tail

Chasing desire, straight down to Hell

I couldn't love, could not forgive

I didn't know how to live and let live

My choices were few

On the ledge, looking up at you

Overdrawn, overfed

Overrun, over my head

I held a grudge, I held a gun

I held contempt for everyone

I couldn't cry, I couldn't learn

I didn't flinch when bridges burned

I was lost, through and through

On the ledge, looking up at you

I lived alone, I lived in rage

I lived in darkness inside a cage

On the fringe, a refugee

I couldn't trace it back to me

I grew mean, I grew small

I grew tired of it all

I couldn't tell false from true

On the ledge, looking up at you

Out of luck, out of time

Out of control, out of my mind

Running scared, running down

Running low to the ground

The blows were hard, the blows were mean

The blows were low, the blows were clean

I was left black and blue

On the ledge, looking up at you