I lift myself up, pointed on toes tipping at the edge. A wind molds to my face. I'm held there by grace, as my mind begins to dredge Up memories of you and me seventeen blessed with resilience none are faded by time in feeling if not in sight some are good some are bad all are mine
I take a breath inhale this wind bowing me back from this cliff. But I hear waves below. It's a siren's song so strong to my ears as I sniff back tears from memories sent by this breeze so old to me of when you would tease so I'd unfreeze. The only other thing that could put me at ease is the violent sea I stand above now so desperately
And I'm tipping tipping at the edge of my sanity. Oh, I'm tipping tipping on this ledge, questioning your humanity, as I tip above the oceanity of what could be in front of me. And I'm tipping tipping at the edge
I take a step back, release my breath, settle my heels into this earth. Let the wind roll my tears back towards my ears, the sound so much quieter than these memories I hid from me to let myself relearn how to breathe. They swell up again, just as wind dies down. I grit my teeth, say an amen, and prepare to drown.
And I'm tipping tipping at the edge of my sanity. Oh, I'm tipping tipping on this ledge, questioning your humanity, as I tip above the oceanity of what could be in front of me. And I'm tipping tipping at the edge
Air at my face Earth at my feet Seas in my heart to drown you out of me Then I cry oceans away with the saltiest tears I can taste all my pain And my leaving fears Cause you left me and I can't see this edge you left in front of me,