The First Hit

Christ on the cross, no more room, just slide off Meet on the wire, no more lines, can't climb higher So from your new plateau you writhe and wait, For something real to shake your bones, To turn you back into a person You sublet the space, cut your costs, flipped off fate And watched while she packed, cried and cried, but no "come back" You figured you could sit around and wait, For love this real to just pop up, To fall from trees, to ride on rainstorms Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it You said it was worth it through the first hit But back amongst the dirt and spent grass The empty coffee cups, the green glass The basement brokering and side bets The puzzle pieces in the tool shed I think you can build it, I think you can build it I know you can build it cause I built it (Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it You said it was worth it through the first hit) Back before you moved so fast and traced your veins with splintered glass Your lazy eyes aligned to find a purpose, a purpose