And so it is...

somehow i've found myself here again
hanging my hat too high so that i cannot place it back on my head
and i always wonder how i get here
even though i am exhausted and out of breath as i make the climb...
i still don't see or understand the monstrosity of the peak until i have crashed to the bottom

i could say that my eyes are closed though they are wide open
i could blame a thick veil of ignorance
i could resort to past experience and fondle lessons unlearned
or i could continue to climb to the crest...look out on the horizon and see nothingness
and then fall again...crashing down down down

when will i choose something different before i crash again?
will my body become one big bruise of abuse before i understand?
will i lick my wounds, count my blessings and get back on the untamed mule?

will hindsight catch up to me and present itself as foresight?

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Damien Rice - 9 crimes
leave me out with the waste
this is not what i do
it's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
it's the wrong time with somebody new
it's a small crime
and i've got no excuse
and
is that all right with you?
give my gun away when it's loaded
if you don't shoot it how am i supposed to hold it?
is that all right with you?

leave me out with the waste
this is not what i do
it's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you
it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through
it's a small crime and i got no excuse
and is that all right with you
i give my gun away when it's loaded
you don't shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
i give my gun away when it's loaded
is that all right with you?