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May 2012
Come on down-
before the gravity gets ya-
you’re looking for Jesus up there right?

One balloon-
didn’t get you off the ground-
but a couple more gave a little fight.

Come on down-
before the people get ya.
Their throwing rocks at all your hope.

They say you think too much.
Just take it at face value-
but the mask is ugly and broke.

Sid found drugs.
Then he found some true meaning-
before they locked him in a room with pads.

Mom found god.
The Doctors found bleeding.
Then they laid her in the dirt next to dad.

Come on down-
before the truth hits ya-
and you realize those balloons aren’t real.

When you crash back down-
you know **** well its gonna hurt-
but you realize life's about what you feel.
Joseph Brooks Nickell
Written by
Joseph Brooks Nickell  Edmond, Oklahoma
(Edmond, Oklahoma)   
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