Sugar Shack

Standing on the edge of a cliff
I start to slip
Don't mind if I slide off

Now I feel my mood start to lift
I find my grip
And the screaming fades away below

I grab myself and spin me around
I start to sprint
I climb down to steadier ground

If I could bushwack it on back to the shack
Behind those hills
I'll find the world is finally still

Run through pale dark words to
That sugar shack

Breathe warm steam and hide
In that old sugar shack

Boiling heat
Maple steam
Frozen Snow
Then it Flows

When you leave
Your maple dream
Wait 'till spring
To go again

Mosaic of lies
I tried to arrange
In ways that sheltered the blame

I thought I might have made off clear
With all of the loot
I plucked and ate all the fruit

Then I started hearing the yells
As shattering plates
Drowned out by your slithering stares

I was followed and chased and caught and tied up
By the hate
Right until I made my escape

Run through pale dark words to
That sugar shack

Breathe warm steam and hide
In that old sugar shack