no room for tomorrow
what’s with wanting to be wonderful
with wanting to be free
with wanting to be someone who’s not me?
I’m falling through the cracks again
I heard the syncopation
so I planted different seeds
I twirled down a spiral of falling leaves
unlatched and flew around again
I crashed into the ground again
just smashed right through the ground again
I’m dying to be wonderful
I’m dying to be free
I’m dying to be someone I can’t be
I fall into the void again...
it’s a comic sans irony
it’s a brand new shiny start
this bright_morning_horizon.bmp art
gets dragged into the recycle bin
like these bodies that get worn out
if we don’t work them to the bone
smile and quietly hum the dial tone
attach onto that sound again
a match for two, a refound friend
a patch right through god’s receiving end
where we could all be wonderful
and we could all be free
and we could all be someone we’re proud to be
and fall into love again...
keep sacrificing something
keep tearing something out
I’m keeping the faith and holding doubts
am I past due on this brain I rent?
if I’m dying to be wonderful
if I’m dying to be free
am I role playing some body I can’t be?
a cold harsh truth rings hollow dead
these things I knew and kept unsaid
a labyrinth through what’s inside my head
I wanted to be wonderful
I wanted to be free
I wanted to be someone who’s not me
I’m falling through the cracks again