Sometimes when I'm crying
Tears spilling furiously down my face...

I feel this world slipping away from me
Gently sliding off my smooth fingertips...

Dozens
Of mistakes...

I was beautiful
Once, before...

I'm a song playing on the radio
A little out of tune...

I want to remember our hands weaved together
Just that...

I'm like a steam train without its engine...
Oh I'm a train wreck waiting to happen...

Your words may turn bitter
Cold and endless...

I guess you could consider this my fault too
For I let you get close enough to touch the parts...

Maybe someday it will all be right
Maybe all this will not matter in a few years...

I want to feel your presence in my chest
And not be afraid...

Here is where I am safe
Nailed to the board, stable and sure...