Letting Go Of The Rope

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Verse

The seam went first, by the left strap.
A hiss I could feel through my back.
Six inches lower every eight bars.
Soles coming up to meet me.
Somebody's palm under my shoulder blade.
Hot. Wet. Steady as a bench.
Four fingers and a ring.

Verse

There's a rope stitched along the side.
Grey nylon. Two feet. Frayed end.
I've had it in my fist an hour.
Knuckles white. Nail marks in the rubber.
Nobody put me up here.
I climbed. I remember climbing.
I forgot to plan the part after.

Pre-Chorus

Nineteen heads between me and the mud.
A man in a yellow poncho, looking up.
Not at me. Past me. At nothing. Smiling.

Chorus

Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)
Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)

instrumental jazz

Verse

I thought I'd be smaller down there.
Thought I'd be a number in a crowd.
Turns out a number in a crowd
is a shoulder, a laugh, a name I'll get wrong.
Poncho says: you alright, mate.
And I say yeah. And I mean it,
which is new. Which is honestly new.

Pre-Chorus

Still got the wristband on my arm.
Paper. Soft. Gone grey at the fold.
Still not cutting it. Not tonight.
But I'm standing on grass. Both feet. Flat.

Chorus

Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)
Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)

Bridge

I thought the rope was holding me up.
It was holding me away.
Two feet of nylon, that's all it was.
Nineteen heads, and a girl with one shoe, laughing, holding court.
So the show was always this.
The show was always this.

Chorus

Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)
Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)
Letting go of the rope
(hands below me now)

Outro

Both feet. Flat. Both feet.
Both feet. Flat.
Both feet.
Flat.

instrumental jazz