This is for the lions in the broken down chests
Of my chain smoking friends.
This is for the snakes in the heads of people I
Don’t necessarily like.
This is for anyone above the ground,
The people doing “great” and “fine”.
But this is mostly for the ones that have no
Where to go. And nothing to do.
This is for those below.

For a time I felt like I was drowning.
My feet were solid, but my head was below water.
I was the Titanic, I wasn’t supposed to sink.
You were an iceberg, you came out of nowhere.
And we all know where that story ends.

You say you’re confident with the decision you made,
But I hear you crying over the phone.

And anyone who’s ever lost someone
Close to them.
And anyone who’s ever lost someone
Who loved them back,
It may feel like you are 70 miles below the ground.
Just remember that the further you go down,
The farther you come up the other side.
And you may end up in China or Antarctica.
But at least you are above the ground.