Rule of Action

Days with no structure and nights with bad dreams
 When we don't know if the door is open or closed
 (I'll stop now, I'll put it all away)
 Understanding the point of you
 It's my own distraction, my failure of attention
 (I'll stop now, I'll crush it down today)
 Never being, wishing to be
 Never being, wishing to be
 Always on edge
 I write upon the edge
 So I'm a writer on the edge
 With a map of everywhere we've been
 The script is very strong
 It needs no revisions or intermissions
 Just some heavy drinking to calm our own weak nerves
 (I'll stop now, I'll put it all away)
 Armed with a needle, a pen and brown paper bag
 The needle for writing, the paper to cover my face
 (I'll stop now, I'll shove it down today)
 Something happens, it blurs
 Something happens, it skips
 Something happens, blurs, its skips, it fades
 Blurs, its skips, it fades
 But I'll breathe
 And I'll live