...

winding sliding finding the reasons
why you're here and I'm still breathing
without this hope I mope, I'm seething
whispering why while you keep leaving
abandon ship, I've tripped, I'm whipped
your eyes see through and toss me this
this tainted cord, this washed out board
and I catch and cling as we cry, we sing
we bring three things, each new blessing
a curse, the worst, I'm the worst, I'm cursed
elevators, respirators
fingering, figuring each new chord
masochistic, unrealistic
my hopes and dreams fall down two floors
catch them there? you find me here
crumpled and clutching the door
can you bring the missing link,
the golden keys I've missed before?
Open up, I've opened out, and there we go
back to the floor.