Sometimes it's nice to fall Down slides shooting Our tired bodies out into space
Do you ever feel the blood drenched words Of your truth On your lips? People furrow their brow In confused disapproval As your truth hurtles up your throat And hits their ears Like clashing cymbals
You sat there, On that bench Listening to my pain voiced And all you could do Was look at me Like a deer in headlights
Do you ever hate it When people say "Aw" When you share something deep and personal with them? Yeah.
This world is ******, That's for sure This is why I keep my eyes on the heavens above.