Frame

When I come home, lonely and tired, sneaking up our stairs again

Feeling low and uninspired, on a ragged edge of giving in

I see your face, I watch you breathing, in the moonlight on my bed

I know I'm yours, floor to ceiling, even half alive, even mostly dead

When darkness surrounds me here sometimes

Lover-mine would you wake up and remind me

We don't live forever here in a broken frame of mind

When I lean on my addictions the way I should lean on the Lord

My feet don't feel that firm foundation, can't see the light I've been running toward

I don't sleep much, it's been a while now, I pull out the pictures you saved of us