telepathboy

I'll send my compliments from the edge
As I'm waiting to be free
It was hard to turn the other cheek
While the world was turning on me

I left the worn-out Broken face
In the clay jar by the door
For home was less than a house to me
Where anything was nothing anymore

In order to begin my own journey
I had to decide to leave
Pick which truth to pack with me
And what love I must deceive

Shirt and shoes and last resort
I'll tie them with a string
Swallow this pride and wash these sins
With the tears I'm carrying

Maybe these little cuts and scrapes
Weren't so insignificant at all
So I'll send my compliments from the edge
As you wait for me to fall