Oh, my Countess, how brave of thee
To welcome strays including me

The one time I drank past my usual time I found myself buried significantly deep in anger
Not just at myself but at everyone
and my lover for being the last to linger

It was all my fault

Now I'm thinking to myself how close the future is
and how very much alive I am
It took me this long to find out how incapable I am,
how much I really can't

There are a few, heavenly painted doors that can lead you astray
Some are harder to close, some easier to pull
In fact, they have one with your name
In letters covered with mold and it's quite a mouthful
and they should have pulled you, too

Switched over to a kinder demeanor
I no longer fear the unfamiliar
you are the right speed
let me come over
dinner and a moral

If my tongue allows it I hope it isn't too late
I'm known for stopping before it escalates
Gestures in tender intent get me in trouble
I'll never know why so I'll continue to struggle

I'm running through the alleys chasing the thrill
'cause it's what I do best and what I do the worst
You'd think I'd learn my lesson well after all this time
But these ropes dig so deep they remind me why I never reach my prime

I'm doing everything unrehearsed