Map the Streets

If I fall or trip back into love
 I'm gonna bring a ladder and gloves
 So I can climb right back out
 If there's ever even a shred of doubt
 I'm gonna bring a flashlight too and
 Leave a trail and stick to the plan
 You can get real lost down there if you're not sure
 Of the foreign territory
 There are times when the path gets blurry
 And the wrong turn feels right
 But who would want me anyway?
 I'm a lush with broken parts of paper-mâché
 And I have nothing left to give
 I don't think I ever did
 There are times when I wish that someone
 Would help me find the person I was
 So give me a detailed map of the streets
 Spelling out the traffic patterns and beeps
 I am finding safety in lines
 They are painted so they can guide
 Empty tanks, broken wheels take me home
 Right now I find myself dangling
 On the edge, trying not to fall in
 Back to where I came from
 But who would want me anyway?
 I'm a lush with broken parts of paper-mâché
 And I have nothing left to give
 I don't think I ever did
 Because I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me
 I should have had a plan
 'Cause now these ropes won't come free
 I do not have faith, if I did then I would feel safe
 I would wait here for fate but it's conveniently late
 The bottom is a place that I know too well
 So who would want me anyway?
 I'm a lush with broken parts and I'll never change
 And I have nothing left to give
 I don't think I ever did
 I wish that I could find the person that I was
 I always thought that I'd be happy if I was loved but
 I have nothing left to give
 I don't think I ever did