halfway

the hot runs thru my fingers

the throb of swollen knuckles

where they hit the wall, i know it's dumb

but i just couldn't stop myself

i sit and stew and turn it over in my head

breaking down, breaking up, break it all apart

i know i've got to get my ass up off this couch and do something

but if you meet me halfway

i will rise up to meet you

i'll take that chance but i can't do it by myself

broken thoughts and broken phrases

leave broken hearts and tear-stained faces

and the last thing i want is the

knock-down, drag-out that we're heading for

and the phone just sits there silently taunting

so i play my guitar, watch the t.v., drive my car but

nothing can stop my fixation

if you meet me halfway

i will rise up to meet you

i'll take that chance but i can't do it by myself