Broken Fingers

Stoned again,
more than I'd like to admit.
Alone again.
You kind of get used to it.

I lost my way
though the path was clearly lit for me to see.
I fell away
for reasons all too clear to me.

Chorus:
In a life that I choose for myself,
by dancing too close to the edge...
They say I'll find a way when I'm losing myself...
Broken fingers slip from the ledge...

Bored again.
Complacency trips me again.
Ignored again,
and now I'm too broken to bend.

So listen loud,
and learn to spurn the monster within.
When I know how,
I'll be more than glad to fill you in

To a life that I choose for myself,
by dancing too close to the edge...
They say I'll find a way when I'm losing myself...
Broken fingers slip from the ledge...

Broken fingers...