I tried living in the middle once, I think...
What a laugh. How fucking droll.
What madness plagues this fickle soul.
It's all too easy to delude
Crude hearts like mine; so lost in mood.
My ego feeds on rotten food;
Secluded in vicissitude.
I think myself a chump or champ
Dependent on the shade of lamp.
And when I am alone in bed
Some part of me believes I'm wed
To love, and sin, and soft regrets...
My hopes fly not on wings, but jets;
On scary big malfunctioned things,
Screwed tight; held fast to flotsam flings.
I'm gross! I'm foul! reject me please!
I'm such a sentimental sleaze...
My vision blackened, hearing rings.
I swear god wrote the song it sings!
I'm too far up. Too close. Too high.
It feels so real that I might die...
But all that truth will be a lie;
I'm happy just to get to cry.
...It's worth the fall to feel the sky.