Buildings tumble, people crumble, nothing seems to last.nOnce you held your head until those feelings passed.nAnd I tried to call you. I tried to stall you. I guess you got there first:nto that place where anger takes whatever hurts.nnWell what if one day everything you used to think you knewnturned around and turned the doorknob and just walked right out without you?nCould you stand to just start over? Would it really be so bad?nI asked my mom, she told me, go and ask your dad.nnBecause like the cure for cancer, if there's an answer, no one lets it outnbecause the cost of treatment makes the world go around.nAnd it's like all these fears through all these years were rings inside a treenand it you were cut open, they'd be there to see.nnWell I see inside you're insisting that nobody really cares.nWell, fuck that. Tell yourself you're beautiful and meet me on the stairs.nWe've got a million different feelings that we need to hammer outnso by the morning we'll have walked beyond the shadow of a doubtnnand into the sun and then back into the shade again.nThe leaves are on the branches and the cars that pass us can't see in to find us.nMe and someone else don't make an us. nSo start over if you must, nbut I refuse to let it end this way.