2007

a parking deck at 3 a.m., he's on the other line
through fearful whispers he can tell that I am far from fine
honestly he might have saved my life that night
the year two thousand seven I began to fight

because you can't call a doctor and just tell him where it hurts
you weigh the choice to live or die and don't know which is worse
stumbling through the darkness, grasping for a shred of light
wrestling your demons til you reach the other side

others chalk it up to heartbreak or a passing phase
in fitful sleep you scream i'm not supposed to feel this way
i don't have answers but i lasted through the rain
and happiness is worth the temporary pain

because you can't call a doctor and just tell him where it hurts
you weigh the choice to live or die and don't know which is worse
stumble through the darkness, grasping for a shred of light
wrestling your demons til you reach the other side