thrills go through me all the time
dragons trot like evil children
i still haven't learned to
be fearless
i am still addicted to suffering
there is still a piece of me that
cannot survive without being
afraid
i need to be dazzled by the terror
need to be frazzled by the fear
of falling
and after all this time
i still drink the crazy wine
and fall down fainting.

there is only one thing to do with him
face the dragon
well then there are only two things
you can do with him
ride the dragon
well then there are three
breathe the dragon
well, then i guess a fourth
be the dragon
so mouth puckered like i'd been drinking wine
i opened my lips and sipped him in
i ate him like communion
you never know how strong the wind is
then you bow against him

there is only one thing to do with him
face the dragon
well then there are only two things
you can do with him
ride the dragon
well then there are three
breathe the dragon
well, then i guess a fourth
be the dragon

worrying will not add a black hair
but it will make them grey
what jesus said isn't strictly true
and i am not strictly over you
and over fear
and i am not strictly doing all i
should
or all i can
it seems like every progress i have made
is washed back like the sand
and after all this time
still covered in grime
i am left here trembling

thrills go through me all the time
dragons trot like evil children
i still haven't learned to
be fearless
i am still addicted to suffering.