Here I stand, like a tree Nervous on the edge of a clearing Limbs afraid to be cut looseleaf To be cut down So I'll cut myself out Free from bind to branch and felling ground So here I am So here I am in the penultimate act We're forcing our lines and canning our laughs As the curtains break over our backs As the curtains break over our backs They say, “A necessary phase, move along, move along It gets better everyday, move along” Too scared of isolation to see That the picture edge adjacent to me Although sk**ed in diplomacy and loose at the sleeve It was nowhere near a complemental piece You're on fifth, and I'm on three But it makes no difference to gravity We'll land just the same: brokenlegged And no matter my dexterity, I can't untie the text from me That suggests a hell awaits me should I choose to leave Should I choose to leave So here I stand in the penultimate act Forcing my lines and canning my laughs As the curtains break over our backs As the curtains break over our backs Should a noise provide us reason to start in the night And we don't look to opened windows Or what should in the stairwell rise And we suspect no other criminal with whom the guilt lies Than who sleeps permanent at our sides It's time for moving on It's a necessary phase, moving on, moving on It gets better everyday, moving on It's a necessary phase, moving on, moving on It gets better everyday, moving on