What Wilson Needs to Know

Part 2.

Lyrics from Walk through hell by Say Anything

And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest.

If I could save you I would. I know Vicodin and friendship is not enough. I save people from cancer daily, give them more time with their family, more time to do the things they want to do. But I can't save you from your limp, or help you do the things you want to do, like run. I can save you from being alone.

'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.

Your dreams are left empty, unfulfilled. It's hard to believe that you even have dreams, for no one sees you trying to reach them. It's like you've given up, given in to who you are now, because of what happened then. Your head is filled with a new reality, one very different from before. It hurts you more than you know. I know because I remember the old you, and it's nothing like it is now.

And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain spouting lies.

If I wasn't secretly afraid of you deep down, afraid of what you might say, I would tell you the truth. That you are living the lie that you yourself created. That your handicap isn't your life; you have just made yourself believe that. There's a whole lot more to you than your damn leg. I wish you knew that.

And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.

I'd conquer my own fear and tell you how I feel. That I distract myself from you so that I don't fall in love with you. Too late, it already happened. Around the first wife, but I tried to lie to myself, much like you do. We both know our lies are just hiding our truths. Why don't we do away with them and show ourselves to each other for once.

And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me; I'd remind you who you are under their shell.

You do need reminding. I see you under that sarcastic misanthropic shell you wear to hide from the world. I'd hold you if you'd let me, but you don't. Maybe you love me and you don't know it, or maybe you do know it and its hidden deep under that shell. Hidden in your heart; which few and far between actually see, actually get to experience.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

I'd go to the ends of the Earth and back again, all for you. Its torture already trying to hide my true feelings, yet try to break into yours. I need you, and I feel useless without you. Do you already know that? Do you feel the same?

And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born.

Whatever it is I'll do it. Help, talking, listening, whatever. I'm here; I just wish you acknowledge that fact. I helped before, never left. I won't leave.

Now I've walked through hell for you.
What's an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?

I've been through hell at least once with you. If that not a sign that I love you, I don't know what is.