i know myself.
a bit of a rascal.
free to knock on any door.
only, i don't care about any ordinary door.
i want your door. i'd like to knock it straight down,
and knock off your face all this shit you think makes you not worth loving.
i want to know you. always. because i recognized you as someone worth knowing from the first time i talked to you.
and if i could trade feeling happy and in love,
if i could stop having a really good day,
just so we could both have ordinary days again,
sadly, they didn't give me that option.
so i'm left knocking.
i know i must be getting terribly fucking annoying.
i wish i could prove to you only just once
there's more to you than this patch of dirt you've hit.
how do you keep danger from sniffing 'round the wrong toes?
your toes.
you might be naive and immature, but there's folk out there who think that's reason enough.
i wish my own past were plaster, so i could build a wall to keep you from bad people.
but everybody deals with bad people their own way.
are you smart enough to get yourself saved?
truth is, i don't know my own way is the right way.
there's such an abundance of loving inside this helplessness, i don't know what to do with it, often. all the love that gets anxious and tender about you getting hurt.
i know how to pick you up,
though only if you let me.
i've learned how being the bigger, badder bear keeps asshole wolves from my doorstep,
but not yet from yours.
and if you get injured, i'd help you. and if i'm right ~ i'd hate to be right ~ what bell should i ring to keep you from your own mistakes?