Stained

i don’t know if i should be here
i don’t know if i should stay
i’ve kept conclusions in a book with my dreams
but i’m not feeling very brave
i am stained
i don’t know if i can hold on
i’m not sure that i still feel
we’re so desensitized by our short-term ideals
that self-expression seems unreal
now i am stained
i am stained
you and i — we were an institution, baby
i thought we’d overcome the rest
but even those who choose to walk the higher wire, baby
sometimes need a safety net