my heart’s always on the edge
like it’s standing on a thin wire,
waiting for the wind to shift.
always anxious ‘bout what’s next:
what tomorrow holds,
what people’s lips might tell,
how they would feel
and what faces they would make.
it trembles over everything
and just about anything,
my heart’s always on the edge,
...but maybe it's just the way it beats.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
my heart’s always on the edge
like it’s standing on a thin wire,
waiting for the wind to shift.
always anxious ‘bout what’s next:
what tomorrow holds,
what people’s lips might tell,
how they would feel
and what faces they would make.
it trembles over everything
and just about anything,
my heart’s always on the edge,
...but maybe it's just the way it beats.