Broken Glass

I’m never as tall, as the shadow that’s cast,
When the waking sun, pushes its way past.
The new day rattled, uncertain, unsure,
Tired and sickly, searching for a cure.

Walking along, a car pulls on side,
Called out the window, offered me a ride.
Didn’t ask where they were going, they didn’t say,
I swung open the door, climbed in anyway.

And I can’t stand that sound, so loud, all around,
Feels like a bullet in my head that I can’t get out.
All the lies that I tell myself will never be true,
A house of broken glass, cutting me and cutting you.

We traveled together, spoke as strangers do,
Reckless and lost, nothing to lose,
The miles slid by, the clock ticked away,
But I got restless, and couldn’t stay.

I came to a river, asked “where do you go?”,
She whispered quietly, “I really don’t know.”
“Set down what you carry, I’ll share the load”,
I tossed my shoes in the water, walked barefoot home.

And I can’t stand that sound, so loud, all around,
Feels like a bullet in my head that I can’t get out.
All the lies that I tell myself will never be true,
A house of broken glass, a palace and a prison too.

Each day falls and fades, no reason to stay,
Lingers in the soft light, then slips away.
You won’t see what I see, you look the other way,
My troubled world crumbles a little more each day.

You say you understand, I’m not sure you do,
The truth’s become a stranger, to both me and you.
Embracing isolation, I built this fort alone,
Now no one comes to visit this godforsaken home.

And I can’t stand that sound, so loud, all around,
Feels like a bullet in my head that I can’t get out.
All the lies that I tell myself will never be true,
A house of broken glass, you can see right through.

All the things I’ve been chasing,
Are just white noise and empty thrills,
Stepping on mines I laid as I made my way,
With too much time to kill.

Interpretation is the enemy, screaming so loud,
A bitter-sweet poison, for the hungry crowd.
And these tantalising tales designed to deceive,
Crawl out of the woodwork, sticking to you and me.

This world is so blurred, behind the stained glass,
Praying for change, but change never lasts.
Confused and bruised, hiding from the light,
Falling further behind, just trying to get by.

And I can’t stand that sound, so loud, all around,
Feels like a bullet in my head that I can’t get out.
All the lies that I tell myself will never be true,
A house of broken glass, cutting me, cutting you.