You are the crutch

You're the ocean that flows with rust

You're busted boxing gloves

But you ache like a scar and break apart like dust

Don't go walking on eggshells

When you're cracking up yourself

The yolk of your soul is bleeding

Don't go walking a tightrope

When it's tied around your throat

The joke is your heart is beaten

You are the cross

You're the static stone gathering moss

You're crushed in your own paws

But your nature is tempered and you're gaining only loss

Don't go walking on eggshells

When you're cracking up yourself

The yolk of your soul is bleeding

Don't go walking a tightrope

When it's tied around your throat

The joke is your heart is beaten