Achilles at My Heels

i am floating in a body that is slowly shifting shape 
and i'm tearing bits of skin off to let the fear escape 
and plucking all my nerve up 'cause chance favours the bold 
i strike out into the world but miss a step and knock myself out cold. 

Stumbling down the road i hug my crutches tight 
like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul 
keeps falling down a manhole to a reservoir of pain 
with Achilles at my heels again. 
Be still, my beating heart. 

Well i know forewarned is forearmed but lately i'm all thumbs. 
i am marching with two left feet behind the fifes and drums. 
And holding up a brave face 'cause fate favours the strong 
i trip over a bootlace and i wonder what the hell went wrong? 

Steady as she goes along. The bumps and bruises beam 
like firetrucks upon the scene of an accident-prone soul 
keeps slipping through a manhole into a reservoir of pain 
with Achilles at my heels. 
Be still, my bleeding heart. 

Look at all the maple leaves tumbling from the tallest trees 
lining streets with some star-crossed ancient reminder 
of what was loved and what was lost. 

Stumbling down the road i squeeze my crutches tight 
like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul 
keeps crashing down a manhole to a reservoir of pain. 
Achilles at my heels. 
Be still, my breaking heart. 
Be still, my bursting heart.