Looseleaf

Here i stand, like a tree
Nervous on the edge of a clearing
Limbs afraid to be cut looseleaf
To be cut down
So i'll cut myself out
Free from bind to branch and felling ground

So here i am in the penultimate act
We're forcing our lines and canning our laughs
As the curtains break over our backs

They say "a necessary phase — move along, move along
It gets better everyday — move along"

Too scared of isolation to see
That the picture edge adjacent to me
Although skilled in diplomacy and loose at the sleeve
It was nowhere near a complemental piece

You're on fifth, and i'm on three
But it makes no difference to gravity
We'll land just the same: brokenlegged
And no matter my dexterity
I can't untie the text from me
That suggests a hell awaits me
Should i choose to leave

So here i stand in the penultimate act
Forcing my lines and canning my laughs
As the curtains break over our backs

Should a noise provide us reason
To start in the night
And we don't look to opened windows
Or what should in the stairwell rise
And we suspect no other criminal
With whom the guilt lies
Than who sleeps permanent at our sides
It's time for moving on

It's a necessary phase — moving on, moving on
It gets better everyday — moving on