It's when it gets to the point
Where my mind's callin the shots
And my feet just won't stay still
And disorder is my thoughts

Where I'm waiting on the ledge
I line my feet along the edge
And peek down the little drop
Distancing bottom from top

And my right foot won't stop tapping
Every bad thought's overlapping
My saddest side just won't stop laughing
My cowardice begins to lack and





As I jumped I saw the sun shine
Parallel views of my own eyes
Resting in the blue cracks lies
Content I never had tried.