It's always fine if it's your idea
But never if it's mine
It's kinda hard to press my soul
Into these eggshells and still just toe the line

Maybe you could just relax
And have yourself another crimson glass of wine
Then you could 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 meant to do it
But you never did, you never 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 plan to whisper in my ear?

My thoughts have been infested lately
With so many patterns of resent
And I'm digging through the cushions
'Til 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 living 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