Sloppy hugs and loose compliments,
With a fighting passion to give up.
My guts are hanging on the ledge.
Or maybe my legs are dangling from my bed.
Toes stretching to reach for the floor.
Fixing the broken pieces just means breaking them more.
Such a complex thing to hit rock bottom,
But you need a stable foundation to find what's wrong.
Perhaps looking for wrongs won't gravitate towards your "right".
So I'll turn the page and observe for light.
You must be adaptable for the switch is on and off.
Less like a wave and more like a cause.