Caught

I’m caught between a rock and a hard spot and I have to sever myself to get out.
I can’t come out of this like I did before and without hurting others.
I’ll never be the same, something’s got to go, a part of me will be lost.
I’ve been pinned for months now; do I even attempt to get out?

I’m caught between a rock and a hard spot and I don’t want to get out.
I’m loving the uncertainty; pinned under this boulder, where is the rain?
I may be bleeding out, I may be permanently hurt, but that’s okay.

I’ve got people pinned with me, this rock is on all of us.
We’ve all fallen under the spell of the unknown love: risk.
We’ll wait for the rain and the sunshine, too.

As long as I’m pinned, I’m grounded in something.
I’m stable, I’m unshakable, I’m alive.