From the soft place of my bed, thoughts of escaping grow in my head.
I gaze out at the bright blue sky, and watch pillow like clouds float on by,
and all types of birds, fly down low and soar up high.

I close my eyes and drift into the scene, of an idyllic life of pure simplicity,
a place with no worries, a tranquil haven for me.
They said my head was in the clouds, i didn't take offence,
i embraced the concept, just to annoy the ladies and gents.

I could easily picture it then, my place of harmony and Zen,
fill it with all of my favorite things, and my own little bird that sings.
A truly perfect dwelling, with my pride swelling, this would be paradise,
but what will become of me when lady lightening strikes,
maybe this place isn't that good of a choice.
She is like no other woman, even worse than those who've been scorned,
her bright white pitchforks would burn me right out of my home.

I close my eyes tighter, now imaging i'm one of birds instead,
oh this is much better, the freedom to fly right out of my head.
I'd be the daring one who circles, swoops, glides and swerves.
oh yes it's definitely for me to be one of the coolest birds.
Yes this is the life for me, i certainly do think,
nothing to worry about, not even a drink.

But what would become of me when i hit a plane,
nothing much i fear, other than a tragic shame.
Again a bad choice, and a bad ending too,
seems no choice would be right, because it's missing you.

I hit the ground with a thump, my eyes open wide,
and it all rushes back to me, that you're not by my side.
With a sharp pain in my heart, and tears on my face,
i search all around but there isn't a trace,
of any of the things i hoped you leave behind,
of the life we shared together, of the love so blind.

With rose tinted glasses i saw our relationship,
where i thought we were riding high, it was all beginning to dip.
What seemed to me like quiet chilled times,
was just the cold silence, after my crimes.

I did again, it was all my stupid fault,
you tried to help me, to brings things to a halt.
But to tame one as wild as me, i was the tiger, so brave, so free,
it was an impossible task, to restrain the spirit in me.

But it was all a lie, i wasn't brave, i was shy,
i lived in fear, i wanted to die.
Spirit in me? oh what a joke, i was bruised and battered, this woman was broke.
The ego so inflated, of how i portrayed myself, got bigger everyday, due to top shelf.

Then the day came along, when there was no song,
of how the good times rolled, nothing much left, only a wore out soul.
This was the day, you packed your things and left,
you said you did it for me, i said you did it for less.

Oh all the cruel words i spat, flew like knives towards the door,
i wanted to hurt you, to feel a pain so sore, you weren't gonna take it, not now, no more.
Well ******* then, was my final retort, ******* to your *****, she's more your sort.
Then i saw the crushed look deep in your eyes, i knew i had done it, i made our love die.

I had destroyed all the beauty, our amazing friendship,
that i thought would last so long endure the whole trip.
And here i am again on my own, in this place i call home,
it's so hollow, so empty, this feeling alone.
Again i close my eyes, so that i can fly high,
but escape doesn't come, only the tears that i cry.