i lay here in the delicate balance
a thin beam that lay across all space and time
one foot on the ground
pink toenails glittering in the sun
my arms swing wildly through the waves above
just so i can create that tension,
release the gravity i hold so much of
i can dip my fingers in the pools of fire below
twirl and seep in the atmosphere
absorb the risk
after all, a life without tragedy is a boring one
but im still laying down
creating a ruckus solitare
just me myself and i
my personal artillery
bombs and guns blast everywhere
aiming at nothing
aiming at everything
and i slowly become ridiculous
id like to beleive that this is all it comes to...
that i can exsist without reprimand
that i can float like the others do
but its a world full of stoplights
....and i never seem to yield
a rush, a change, a rush
pushing pushing pushing...
and all i want to do is lay here
and dip my fingers in the fire
and forget
enter a new soul....and the traffic pattern changes
oh, to challenge me again
when my heart starts to whisper once more
...maybe this will be real
maybe this will be happiness
but dear, my shoulders hurt
my back aches and my mind is cramped
to look you in the eyes could be dangerous
ive seen that look before
...the one that made me comfortable
...the one that made me homeless
shut up! shut up!
it could be so much easier,
just to deny it all
just to keep my legs lopsided in the alternate universe of my mind
just to stay at home in the featherbed of dreams
safety
you could be so dangerous for me....
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::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
a thin beam that lay across all space and time
one foot on the ground
pink toenails glittering in the sun
my arms swing wildly through the waves above
just so i can create that tension,
release the gravity i hold so much of
i can dip my fingers in the pools of fire below
twirl and seep in the atmosphere
absorb the risk
after all, a life without tragedy is a boring one
but im still laying down
creating a ruckus solitare
just me myself and i
my personal artillery
bombs and guns blast everywhere
aiming at nothing
aiming at everything
and i slowly become ridiculous
id like to beleive that this is all it comes to...
that i can exsist without reprimand
that i can float like the others do
but its a world full of stoplights
....and i never seem to yield
a rush, a change, a rush
pushing pushing pushing...
and all i want to do is lay here
and dip my fingers in the fire
and forget
enter a new soul....and the traffic pattern changes
oh, to challenge me again
when my heart starts to whisper once more
...maybe this will be real
maybe this will be happiness
but dear, my shoulders hurt
my back aches and my mind is cramped
to look you in the eyes could be dangerous
ive seen that look before
...the one that made me comfortable
...the one that made me homeless
shut up! shut up!
it could be so much easier,
just to deny it all
just to keep my legs lopsided in the alternate universe of my mind
just to stay at home in the featherbed of dreams
safety
you could be so dangerous for me....
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::heaven holds a sense of wonder/and i wanted to believe/that id get caught up when the rage in me subsides::
