With a Hint of Lyme

We're on the brink and grasping on the edge
I know you're thinking that this might be dead
or it isn't even worth a damn
Anymore, but it's clear to me
Keep it harbored in vague certainty
you can see the end but not the means

I'm not sick of fighting
All of this excitement's got me weakened at the knees
I'm prying myself open
But half the time I don't know when I'm lying to myself

I hope you're truly honest to your heart and mine