Hypnotic

I woke up and it was spring And I was waiting for My life to set in; Like waiting for a drug to hit. I was living behind the time I spent; I was living aside from Something I missed. Wondering, “How many times Do I have to die To get it right?” I’m not sorry That I left you to return to myself. While you were away, there was somebody else. I couldn’t be alone long enough to feel; I couldn’t stop opening long enough to heal. I’m not sorry For the bridges that I burned, The heads that I turned When I went up in the flame. I couldn’t remember your name. I’m not sorry For waking up with someone else today; I’ve hurt so long that it doesn’t take. I open up the wound they gave— Threshold. I’d bleed to death if I were free; I was tired of them telling me who I was supposed to be. I’m not sorry for going back For my body When I wasn’t sure if it was me.