On a nerve

Nameless as the way we started
I'd like to go
Back to time before name
Name for all we know
When the room was filled with chances
No one would take
We collided with them
Knowing chances fade
Proving that to keep from hiding
Means you must play on a nerve
Under the weight of skin and bone
Dotted lines divide
The shape of things to come
Giving up anticipation
For certainty
Wasn't nearly as good
As we hoped it'd be
Pulling back the sheets and covers
Only to find
The freight and baggage that grows
On the family tree
If loving only comes with effort
Could we still be on a nerve
Under the weight of skin and bone
Dotted lines divide
The shape of things to come
Feeling on the edge of being
Taken aback
By the damage we did
With the sense we lack
Thieving over intonation
Tuning at last on a nerve
Under the weight of skin and bone
Dotted lines divide
The shape of things to come