Jul 25, 2005 23:01
please, don't say anything
i'm not falling, just slipping almost
it's the weight of the weather dragging me down
it's the weight of the eyes gazing through the windows
please, i'm not promising
but i'll try to get some sun this summer
it's just the pressure of a candy coated scene
it's just the pressure of looking like me
no, i'm not coming down
i can see everything from up here
i can see everyone and they can't see me
it's just frightning when sleep eludes me and all i do is dream
no, i won't say anything
i'll sit outside and smoke cigarettes
i'll lay outside and wish i could go to bed
i'll drink the sky like it's a warm caberet
and dream with the dancers in my head