I was lying
You never weighted me down
A hardwood floor I should have forgotten by now
What's got into me?
My foolish self
Lacking oxygen to breathe in now
From the floor the foundation
A body bleak
Caught up in the roof again
When I measure it out
A head in the sink
When I figure this out
I watched stairs as hands moved up
The atmosphere clung to the air
Is your face in everything?
I was lying
Life felt off and I was down
A carpet floor I should have forgotten by now
What's got into me?
Off a shelf
Left in the lawn
Without oxygen to breathe in now
Regarding this I'm
Regarding this I'm
I feel out of it
I watched stairs as hands moved up
The atmosphere clung to the air