I wish that I could see it all from above it’s all small and I will fly to wherever I can breathe watch you grinding down below I’ll be here floating solo
I wanna step back view my life from a distance then get back on track to reflect on the perspective that I never had and maybe then realize that it’s not so bad but for now it is and I can’t seem to get away that’s how it is and maybe I deserve it anyway I wanna block my eyes so I can see with my mind meet a kind world at least for a short time
I wish that I could see it all from above it’s all small and I will fly to wherever I can breathe watch you grinding down below I’ll be here floating solo
my eyes speak the language of the weak - the words are pouring down my cheek never reaching what they seek guess the message won’t ever get through - caught up in a blues - all I wanted was some distance from myself so that I could listen to my own thoughts and no longer ignore the caricature I steady draw and used to call me - but I know better now - anyhow I steady bow my head for myself - I’m just silly poor sucker who still adores the true me that I never ever seem to be able to be I’m just a poor slob - dirty like a public toilet doorknob but don’t you try cleaning me up ’cause that ain’t your job