Waltzing Until Then: Rupture

Rupture

No longer can say there’s a side I’m on
I listen to the songs
And question the words
This isn’t the first time I ever strayed from the herd
But this is the first time – I found the openness preferred

I can’t keep playing this part
Choking on my own damn heart
I’m swollen
I’m swollen
I need… to rupture
I’m swollen
I’m swollen
I need… to rupture

Trying not to say what is on my mind
I’m feeling so confined
Dragging these pelts
This isn’t the first time I ever thought for myself
But this the first time – I couldn’t turn to someone else

I’m all out of big ideas
But I’ve still got all of these fears
And I’m swollen
I’m swollen
I need… to rupture
I’m swollen
I’m swollen
I need… to rupture

I want revolution
Without a revolution
A tidy happy ending
Some spiritual prostitution
Cause I’m swollen
I’m swollen
And I need… to rupture
I’m swollen
So swollen
I need… to rupture

Daddy, tried to tell you what’s on my mind
But it didn’t come through
Mother, tried to tell you what’s on my mind
But it didn’t come through
Sister, tried to tell you what’s on my mind
But it couldn’t come through
No, no
And honey, tried to tell you what’s on my mind
But it didn’t come through
I just couldn’t get it out

Swollen
I’m swollen
I need… to rupture
I’m swollen
So swollen
I need… to rupture


June 27, 2009