With baited breathe I stand
On the pinnacle of uncertainty

Will I ride the wave
Or will it push me under
I have dreams without drive
And still I do not sleep

Oh that you would choose me above all else
When I have chosen you above myself

I am nothing now
And I have been the whole world
I am made of fire and bandaids
How can you call me beautiful

Your sweet thoughts
I would purchase by the bakers dozen
If only they were for sale
If only I could afford such a thing as love

I catch my breath within my throat
And stifle it between my hands
It grows stale
And I bite my tongue
Foolish words frozen
In the palm of my hand