You never thought to ask what was wrong with everyone else.

People are horrible, and we will tear you out of the sky,
just because you're above us.
We will push your face in the dirt, boots on your neck,
just to ensure you're beneath us.

You are perfect, and beautiful,
and when you were born all that was missin'
was a pair of wings so you could
fly above us all.

All the bums and shitbags and
silver tongued ******* with hearts like copper,
yet so close to gold.
We haven't got an idea what's up there where you are,
but you have every idea where we've been.

We weren't born with wings.
We had to make due.
We don't hate you,
we just learned to hate the sky.

Clouds are like thoughts passing by,
and so many are beautiful,
and so many hide lightning and rain,
and they **** all over us,
and they strike down on us without mercy.

I'm pretty sure I've killed a lot of things now;
Just shooting into the sky,
and picking up what fell down.
Pretending I'd saved something beautiful.