I’m the last thing you ever wanted and the first you ever chose. The warm place that draws you in, and the hot fire that brands your distaste I’m everywhere you look, but nowhere to be found Because to seek me out would lead you to the truth Dangling on the edge of you, I watch my lights grow dim I’m your destination, but never your journey You close my box and tighten the bow, but won't give me away On the shelf I sit another day I'm the cause and the solution for all your ills You're the monkey that won’t jump onto my back Our vines they wind up opposing branches Growing farther is our grasp at holding on.