A Joke Or Two

Let's be realistic, no one ever said you'd succeed.
You've taken on everything and there's no room to breathe,
The world has to deal with these crowd every day
And yet I feel so powerless when I can't defeat my enemies

So in defense of my dignity, I'm leaving these bones
Yeah, I've packed all my things up, and I'm headed home
I just hope that when I get there,
Someone will be around to take my back in

And I'll tell a joke or two about the cold, I'll tell them everything was beautiful
Let them stab into me and I'll act like that's okay
But they won't know how heavy things can get, they won't see the weight
They won't see that the loneliness will penetrate

From your spine to your head, until you're lying in bed
Echoing things that you've said, then you're up to get fed
No it's not worth it to live like a plant that's been clipped
Between the roots and the stem left to die by your hands

But with time, and sunlight, I will re-pot myself and I will grow again

So for one last Toronto sunrise, I will live to the fullest extent
And for one more Maryland sunset, I'll never wish that I was dead again
And for one more day where I got what I deserve --
I would trade anything

It's hard to pay attention, with these cold city lights
When you're only asleep from the morning until the night
Let me thaw my cold arms, let me torch my heart out
I'm not giving up, just need someone to love me for now