Step one, step two, step three
Would fly if I
Had the wings to do such a thing. But
Instead I fall, nose over tail, actually
Wishing I’d hit the bottom. Get my heart ripped out
Because that would be a nice change, to actually
Feel something
I’m just throwing darts and hoping to
Hit anything
Anything at all. After I Van Gogh’d my
Ear, that same old system we all go
Through for our own peace of mind, I failed to
Fly. I’m not
Some concept, and I’m not here to make you feel alive. I’m
Here for my own, selfish reasons, I know.
And yes, a failure, I am, but not a
Tool. And as soon as you tied
Me down and twisted my heart into
Bows and gave me the thrill of my
Life, you bolted out the door and left me
Here to
Fall. Fall. Fall. Fall.
Fall for an eternity plus one day.
So, I scratched my head and ripped the
Note, you left pinned to my chest,
Into tiny pieces and I
Fell.
Actually wishing I’d hit
The bottom