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nothing is in tune with this thought and the curve of his ass my hands are stretched, not for the sky but the wooden floors and the cement highways and the dirt underneath the sea. Let me down from here! I scream And hear voices all around me, talking to themselves and each other as if I didn't exist I am not as angry about this as I would have been But still a little unnerved by that I would be insecure at all. That is, if I am going to be flying I would like to just float. |
This definitely would have been better suited off under poetry, not lyrics. I honestly didnt know what the point of this piece was, but it made me think of something morbid. Im sure that wasnt the intention.| Posted on 2010-05-08 00:00:00 | by hybridsongwrite | [ Reply to This ] | |