Sometimes I feel like I should quit and pull the trigger

Cause I’m stuck writing stories and they’re all writing scripture

Holding candlelight vigils to honor the deceased

Their spirits love reminding me of all this missed potential

Why’s perfection the standard

Only visions of grandeur

Technology’s got the answers

And now I feel so simple minded

They only want what I can’t give

Only neurotic and frantic

I guess I can’t understand them

And now I feel so simple minded

They say come down from that tree

And we’ll forgive for what you did

But there’s still blood on the memories I have

Of when I was a kid

I feel as close to you as ever

There’s no thoughts of broken trust

The only difference between me and you

Is I know when to jump

I don’t know if I’m falling or stagnate

Space is all we have