It's always fine if it's your ideaBut never if it's mineIt's kinda hard to press my soulInto these eggshells and still just toe the lineMaybe you could just relaxAnd have yourself another crimson glass of wineThen you could sleep it offUntil you wake to hear the rusty church bells chimeWhen it's time to rise and shineYou slip out and get yourself back to the grindDon't forget to take a minuteTo just stop and smell the needles on the pineWell, you always meant to do itBut you never did, you never found the timeYou waited far too longAnd left your favorite pumpkin rotting on the vineWell, I guess it's not a tragedyAnd I guess it's not a crimeI suppose that what you're looking forIs still just hidden deep inside your mindWalking through a lucid daydream every dayIs like a harpoon through the chestI wish I could show the hand I'm holdingBut I wield it closer to my vestWell, the clouds are drifting endless like an oceanAnd the sun is setting lowUp here I can see foreverAnd it makes me wonder 'bout the folks belowAre 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 latelyWith so many patterns of resentAnd I'm digging through the cushions'Til I realize that every penny's spentAfter everything I've been throughMy infernal heart is yearning to repentBut I plummet further into all the feelingsOf regret and discontentWell, I guess there ain't no reason for the rhymeAnd there's no rhythm to the beatYou could make yourself a millionaireAnd still end up out living on the streetYou might as well just take it inAnd leave the anguish for another broken soulWith a chilling hint of distanceLeft between you and whoever's in control
