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