I am jacknifed in your diary.
I may be home alone, I’m not lonely.
And I’ll be stronger when I’m stronger.
I’m at my bleakest, at my weakest.
I am worn out and I’m frustrated
I tried to work you out but you’re a stranger.
I’ve got the rulebook
it’s missing pages.
And I could guess but that’s so dangerous.
Turn around when you get to the coast
there’s nothing there to see but sea.
Leave those mountains left unclimbed.
And put a line right through me.