I'm drifting through my dreams, occasionally colliding with a hint of certainty. I'm higher than I seem, fighting the concept of reality as a means. I'm lost in the sky. I can't remember why, but life is just easier when I get a little high.
I guess, like they say You don't read between The lines in the light Ultraviolet or extra bright But it's not your fault Not your fight Explanations from you Provide Insight and guidance Into why Why I feel I need to be Just right It does make me Pretty tired