fix that fear into me   back where its supposed to be   i've grown to adore it      with its akward appeal   that somehow makes me feel   so much better for it      old habits die   when forced to collide   but i'd rather be sure   it wasn't easier before   this gentle exchange   began to exist      i can steady my hands   sure as i know i am   fit to afford it      it would help if i felt   that i could trust myself   but its too important      on the thin line between   what excites me   and what scares me to death   stands a captor   posed in direct lighting   waiting with baited breath      and sympathies die   when forced to collide   i'd rather be sure   we're inclined to ignore   what dangles above   every last one of us      so still i   long for a scene   of untarnished green   to poke its head through   the intolerably crude   state of what used to be somewhere that i   felt comfortable inside