Falling In Love With The Back Of A Leg

The curious case of the sugar glider
It needs attention or it dies
A relatable tendency, I must admit
When one seeks it out like a chronic vice
There's no need to get excited
This rush you feel ain't worth a quid
And yet, the mind of some beginner
Is quick to lunge right off of the cliff

I can get into trouble without the assistance
Of anyone else
I am perfectly capable of sabotaging myself
Falling in love with the back of a leg isn't crazy
If it's all you can see
Steadfastly optimistic that there's something more substantial
That's just above the knee

Wandering the streets at night searching in vain
A connection could dispense that relief
But if I found it I'd be better served by throwing it out
Hope is such a cruel gift to receive

I can get into trouble without the assistance
Of anyone else
I am perfectly capable of sabotaging myself
Falling in love with the back of a leg isn't crazy
If it's all you can see
Steadfastly optimistic that there's something more substantial
That's just above the knee

Kid, you got moxie, more guts than sense
You've thought it all out in your mind
But you will wait a single moment for a lifetime like this
For your stars to perfectly align

You're gonna get into trouble without the assistance
Of anyone else
Or you can get out of your own way and break the cycle
Before you sabotage yourself
Falling in love with the back of a leg isn't prudent
But if it's all that you got
Then you better be prepared to use your own
To prop yourself up when you run out of luck