It's always fine if it's your idea, but never if it's mine

It's kinda hard to press my soles into

these eggshells and still just toe the line

Maybe you could just relax and have

yourself another crimson glass of wine

Then you can sleep it off until you wake

to hear the rusty church bells chime

When it's time to rise and shine you slip out

and get yourself back to the grind

Don't forget to take a minute to just stop

and smell the needles on the pine

Well you always mеant to do it but you never did

you nevеr found the time

You waited far too long and left your

favorite pumpkin rotting on the vine

Well I guess it's not a tragedy and I guess it's not a crime

I suppose that what you're looking for is

still just hidden deep inside your mind

Walking through a lucid daydream every

day is like a harpoon through the chest

I wish I could show the hand I'm holding

but I wield it closer to my vest

Well, the clouds are drifting endless like an ocean

and the sun is setting low

Up here I can see forever and it

makes me wonder bout' the folks below

Are they all just playing parts in their own movie?

Do they even know I'm here?

Do they hear me when I'm thinking?

Would they stop to plant a whisper in my ear?

My thoughts have been infested lately with

so many patterns of resent

And I'm digging through the cushions

till I realize that every penny's spent

After everything I've been through my

infernal heart is yearning to repent

But I plummet further into all the

feelings of regret and discontent

Well, I guess there ain't no reason for the rhyme

and there's no rhythm to the beat

You could make yourself a millionaire

and still end up out livin' on the street

You might as well just take it in

and leave the anguish for another broken soul

With a chilling hint of distance left

between you and whoever's in control