Bednotch and boomsticks

Insinuating that's something wrong. Why won't you tell me?
Your lips pose the perfect question and I'm still
breaking myself in two just to find an answer.
Let me stitch myself together for you

Are we just rag dolls?
As lifeless as the winter buried in snow?

Tell me that you'll hold on and raise your glass to the sky.
A new dawn is breaking, my hands are shaking,
tonight we'll toast to life

My heart is beating away like the hands of a clock
ticking away seconds at a time
Still watching my every move
like it's my last step on splintered glass
covering this buildings edge
One hundred feet to the ground below.

I feel so alive.