here i stand on this roof in my birthday suit
painted up with shining red and white
here i look down 13 stories to you looking below
if i could fly i would swoop down and bring you along
and i would bring out wax wings so toward the sun we belong
falling down doesnt hurt even when we hit the ground
there are not problems up so high.
with the impact of fat man you slam my face
a curbstomped face smiling endlessly, i can never get away
the fights you bring me, suckerpunched till im numb
the daily brawls i go through, the purest form of fun
so marigold is there enough fun to thrive?
or will it hide so you do nothing but dive?
when home runs away you got quite some job to do
you cant live without your home, can you?
when home wanders away give chase
you will parish in these streets, burn out like the rest.
with the impact of little boy i leave death behind
a torch in my path, i will stay away
the home i will find, to catch i must run
home fled the house, there can be only one.
naked on the rooftop, have you ever
let everyone see the true you?
do you pile on your lies like you live in the ice.
leave it all behind, or else paradise has a price
a price and a detour back to a place you wont like
i can't explain what it is about this one, cake.
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and i would bring out wax wings so toward the sun we belong
falling down doesnt hurt even when we hit the ground
there are not problems up so high.
that.. idk. there's something about it, something deeper than just what it says (obviously)
like it reminds me of an old dream, or old words i used to know, lost somewhere along this road.
&& the line:
so marigold is there enough fun to thrive?
still, i don't know. it's familiar, like you captured my exact feeling, i just.. don't remember the feeling, lol.