Strange Creature from Sleeping Mind by Leigham Fitzpatrick

Often in my waking mind
I see your hand next to mine
holding a scalpel hard and cold
handle at my fingertips
blade pressed to my wrist

You're the creature that I wrestle with
a side that never wins
Strange creature that I wrestle with
a side that's never beaten

Often in my sleeping mind
I see your face in front of mine
laughter in one eye
anger in the other
lips curled in an ugly smile
eyebrow raised in disdain

You're the spectator
in a cold courtroom
You're a crowd
that would free Barabbas in a second

You're the foot that holds the acceleration
when before me lies a cliff
Slams on the brakes
when I start to get ahead
You're the voice that says
"I'm not good enough to die"
You're the voice that shouts
"I'm too good to be alive"

You're the strange creature
I wrestle with
Strange creature
I wrestle with
You're the spectator
in a cold courtroom
You're the crowd
that would free Barabbas in a second

You're the creature that I wrestle with
a side that never wins
Strange creature that I wrestle with
a side that's never beaten
You're the spectator
in a cold courtroom
You're the crowd
that would free Barabbas in a second

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• blues
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• New Zealand