With just the sunlight in my eyes,
it'll take some time to realize.
When I walk I run. When I fly I fall.
Paranoid yet calm and collected, teeming with thought.
While I sleep I wait, wait a year for you.
I know you'll be right back.
You know, it's best if we could hold our heads up high.
We might be ultimated, maybe it's antiquated,
but for now just play your role.
You can see from far away: I know you well,
you know me too.
If this lasts long it might fall through,
beneath the floor that
we've tried oh so hard to keep intact.
Listen close the rattling of my bones:
you can hear it from a mile.
From broken minds come broken homes.
Backing down, never my style.