FatherFigures - ceiling.

The days of lucky never form to last
The days of lucky only form the past
Shame on my walls, they're collapsing in
Inside
It's hard to ignore the man hanging from the ceiling
It's harder to know what he had to be feeling
Now it's business as usual
Calm as a funeral
Silent enough to disguise the part of my heart
Still tethered to everything
Reunite the tribe of kites
Weathervanes don't control a thing
The lump in my throat sewn into the wind
Pressure in veins running through my skin
Survive
It's hard to ignore the man hanging from the ceiling
It's harder to know what he had to be feeling
Where does the body go when the conductor falls asleep?
The same place that his mind goes, when he sleeps but he doesn't dream
If time is a garden bed, then the soul is the leaves and the fruit
Mortal life is just a call to say, "I love you"
Everything else
Anything else
Everything else is a compromise

Written by:
Elijah Sajia, Rob Hlavaty

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