while we’re inside, you’re in the clouds
and you can't see past the tree line
even when the sea parts in your eyes
and you can pass
all you see is red and you fold
and fold and fold and fold
till you've made something to consume you whole
you never wanna eat though so your bowls always full
weren't you supposed to be something more in this world
wasn't i supposed to stand out not burn out
maybe you can still see me as you drift into sleep
cause in my dreams i just see me falling in the deep