Keep on Risin' - The Crutch

On and on, on and on, on and on (oh-oh, oh-oh) On and on, on and on, on, on Anything you're saying to me right now Probably have the right to say Any crazy things you're feeling for me tonight You can get it on out the way 'Cause I ain't been the best that I could've been I ain't do the shit that I should've did But every time I come crawling on my knees You're there And you just keep on takin' me back And I don't know why you do 'Caise I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking me back In your open arms, maybe I belong And you just keep on taking... You can yell and you can curse and call me a bitch Probably have the right to do, oh You can tell the world that I'm a narcissist I would think they'd listen to you 'Cause I ain't been the best that I could've been, huh I ain't do the shit that I should've did But every time I come crawling on my knees You're there And you just keep on taking me back And I don't know why you do 'Cause I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking me back In your open arms, maybe I belong And you just keep on taking... Me back, and I don't know why you do 'Cause I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking me back In your open arms, baby, I belong And you just keep on taking... I'm not taking you back Oh no, I'm not, no, I'm Taking me, you're taking me really back No, I'm, no, I'm, no, I'm, no, I'm not

Not, not a long time ago when I knew all the answers I couldn't pace myself or raise my standards But one can hope, you need to know And then one stayed one, one stayed one Forgotten where I was confusing it with another that I saw You wouldn't like nothing tonight Beginning was quite disturbing I got a crutch on you Just sick of needing something to do, to do Tablets in my pocket at the Easter soiree Bouncing off the carpet in line for TSA A lot of wasps on the walls, wasps on the walls Bailing toilet water in Lake Full of Moccasin I'm wrong, you're right, no need to fight The middle was dark and storming You're on your own, I need to go I got a crutch on you Guess I got nothing to lose Inebriated late afternoon, you were fading now I'm holding on too I got a crutch on you Finally nothing left to prove I sit around too long, way too long Thinking I should go, thinking I should go I'm going too Too I've got a crutch on you Wishing there was something that I could do I've got a crutch on you I've got a crutch on you, got a crutch on you Wishing there was something that I could do Got a crutch on you

His eyes half-closed revealed his world of nod A world of lonely men and no love, no god His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide The pain and fear that in his mind reside From dawn till dawn, his body houses hurt And none of us can truly aid his search We sit outside and sing cliches, the fool It's always easy to forecast other's doom The savage beast that once so soothed his brain Has reared it's ugly head and staked its claim Call Yama, here sits one more soul That he will have to add to sorrows toll These men, still men, would be like you and me But when the world reached out they chose to flee