Why is danger so appealing to me,
Like picking up pennies off of concrete,
I put shards of broken glass in my pockets
While visions of fear claw at my eye sockets
I flirt with risk and probability,
Make love to instability
I can’t tell if I’m trying to self-destruct
Or simply trying to reconstruct
The broken person I’ve been for so long
Before every bit of it is gone –
But isn’t that what I’ve always wanted?
To be able to say I am no longer haunted?
Maybe I’ll just keep playing this game
Of broken hearts and ill-found fame,
Keep sleeping on the doorsteps of strangers’ minds
Hoping that one day, the future will unwind