times

Is the spoon hot,

and the needle 

sharp,

let it be so

you and me can drift away,

I can hear you say

that the world is black,

things are coming down and,

it's upon your back,

yet your body shakes

you fade away,

and you close the shades,

hoping you won't see a new day,

but if I tried to do it,

I'd probably get some time,

yeah,

you might do it,

and you might lose your mind,

you got to hold on to your time,

till you break thru these times of trouble,

when you drop,

you talk when you're torn,

and the words get hard,

and the pull of death is close today,

so be careful love,

 they'll push you in,

So,

I'm fucking swinging,

singing my mother's song,

yeah, I know you're just playing,

baby,

but this road,

sometimes the road gets hard,

cause somebody left you out on the ledge,

what if somebody would've pushed you over the edge,

you'd have to hold on,

don't fall,

and break thru these times of trouble,

and,

I'm fucking swingin my mother's sword,

and I know I'm praying that my broken heart,

will mend when my heart won't start,

but if somebody left me out on the ledge 

then pushed me off the lifeless edge,

if somebody loved me  and then left me for dead,

I know I'd have to hold on and break thru,

thru these,

these times of trouble.