We spend too much time on tension
Unwittingly,
I'd like to fix the air we breathe,
So uncomfortably.
I'd like to pull the anger out from under you
To fight the sadness that's within me,
Not to say that you should fix me,
Just that you don't fight timidly.
And neither do I,
But maybe this time there isn't a bad guy.
Because I hang on your every word,
So when your words hurt
They are crippling,
But that has to count for something
Because if I didn't care then I wouldn't be limping,
What is a fight without something worth defending?
I'm not trying to break the rules
Just saying that they may be worth bending.