What May Come

I'm in big trouble now, again

Between a rock and a hard place

On the verge of calling it quits

Afraid to say it to her face

I'm on the wrong road now, again

Skidding along a dead man's curve

On a steep and slippery slope

Going for broke without the nerve

I'm in the crosshairs now, again

Under my seesaw of a thumb

On the brink of catastrophe

Alone and scared of what may come