Contemplations On The End Of Ropes (If I Tell You That I'm Having A Hard Time, You'll Start Telling Me What To Do)

Contemplations on the end of ropes... If I tell you that I'm having a hard time, You'll start telling me what to do If I tell you that I'm having a hard time, You could make it worse If you tell me that you're having a hard time, I'll start telling you what to do If you tell me that you're having a hard time, I could make it worse Concentration on kaleidoscope Fractured image move across my eye Comprehension as an act of hope To see something other than I If we're looking deep enough into each other's eyes, We see expanse and we see the mote Instinctively we reach out to brush it by And scratch what was not broke Concentration on the microscope It fills the circle, it seems so huge Pulling backwards as an act of hope Too much, too soon Conversations on a microphone Keep it simple, keep it wide Headed outwards but coming home Holding on to either side If I tell you that I'm having a hard time, You'll start telling me what to do If I tell you that I'm having a hard time, You could make it worse Contemplations on the end of ropes...