Madmen glaring at blue skies
tell me i'll be just like them
hair gone grey waiting so patiently
for anything but possibility
i've got every part of nothing
and nothing's safer than your arms
so i'll be sleeping on the stairs
choking on all the fresh air
the face is broken by the brain that keeps on circling itself
i'll be coming round soon
to get soaked in your sunshine
and you'd gladly give me more if i could keep it
till i'm halfway home or halfway out the door
pissing into a hurricane
waiting for a pleasant smell
scaling walls to look down on everyone
who looks down on me
like i still do
Rooftop hopping has it's drawbacks
that all revolve around the ground
but planted feet can't keep a beat
or outrun pointless memories
that i'll create as fast as anyone who's still left wondering
what of this is my life?
and how can you be certain
that this time we'll be
good enough to not give up and dumb enough to never even
care why rain falls on a cloudless night
and fights burn up without a fight
i guess we're almost there
warm beds don't care about the past
so grab one cause they'll be going fast
but how can this all be written down
to push back impending failures frown
ooh ooh ooh