Written By: Sage Francis
Verse One:
The weak link is quiveringdetermining the chain's strength/
WimperingVIBRATINGthe wave length/
of its stress signals are more or less symbols It just trembles/
Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles/
See Mr Wendell? He knew nothing of this daily struggle/
Sit under the disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble/
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear peircing rumbles/
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles/
Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own chain of events/
>From Sloppy knots in family ties The pain is intense/
The tension is thick Two sided arguments are upsetting to him/
Stretching the link testing its endurance and spreading it thin/
TREMBLINGholding onto what's familia in the Italian sense and reading intense drafts/
by Sylvia Plath/
Breaking off into an unfamilliar path/
Divert the hurt by faking coughs, trying to act silly and laugh/
Making light of situations when I sense a panic attack/
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black
She probably thinks I'm dead
She's probably dead
When he left she said I was so strong, I know she's wrong
I need back support My knees fold
Please hold your End Of The Bargain when I leave home
Please hold the keystone
Verse Two:
The weak link is feeling emense stress from a tense situation,
stretching out in every direction and visibly shaken
Its mistaken as durable, listen
its just the circumstance that has it standing in a verticle position
Hurting from the friction of abrasive personal differences
People lose their grip when hands slip, and it gets worse when fingers give
The Lying Tamer is in the middle of the three-ring-circus "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last string it swings
Cling to live Strain to see Gasp to breathe
The father figure isbreaking freehe has to leave
I figure itsmaking mewant to pass the seeds
The baby sitter grinsvacantlylying in dead grass and leaves,
Laughing at trees They hold their own
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains don't fall far from their home
Every autumn calls for another poem devoted to growing old
Every winter seems to get colder and colderits that same old story overtold
Let go of your holdbecome a missing link in the chain effect
Out on the open roadkids'll think you became a wreck
When hopeless souls begin to sink and disconnect
its just a release
Its such a relief
Sometimes, we need to be alone
But please hold your end of the bargain when I leave home
Please holdthe keystone