Every step is cautious
On a slippery slope
When you find the right vein
You'll take any dope
And with sweaty palms
You'll try to hang on
What you thought was here
Was so suddenly gone.
You painted a bull's eye
All across your heart
Every con man and archer
Thought to take a shot
You can only live so long
But it takes a lifetime to die
And you have to risk it all
Every moment to be alive.
You calculated every move
With quantitative precision
Only to look backward
With a coward's indecision
You measured carefully
A full length of rope
Then cut it inch by inch
With such pious hope.
I guess it was happiness
That made such a mess
With armored tenderness
You needed less and less
Because you had this
One ungrateful weakness
Don't ever confess
Your happiness.
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