Grey Smith - Paper Moon

I woke up dreaming about my Dad
I'm still holding on
I haven't seen him since he passed
Thanks for asking
That was nice of you
Oh, that's right... you didn't
But if I was more attractive
You would have the time to listen

There's too many voices in my head
It's getting crowded
That's why I have to stay in my room
It keeps me grounded
All the love that I know
Is coming from ghosts
I took a razor to my wrist
I was cutting it close

Whoa

That was kinda emo
I know you told me you don't really like
Hanging out with those kind of people
The truth is
We don't really hang that much either
We just pass out on the floor and
End up hanging from the ceiling

You'd only miss me if you thought I could fly
You people smile for the camera
That's probably why
I want to be one of you
Happy, and picture perfect, and comfortable
No wonder why the world's fallen in love with you

You're just so fucking beautiful

I'll sit and watch you from a distance
I've always lived to pretend
Far from the moment that you
Whispered we'd be better as friends
Witness me wither like the roses
On your white picket fence
We only talk about the weather now, and
That's where it ends

It's funny

This all seems like it was
Part of a plan
How you hold my heart and
Crush it in the palm of your hand
Just throw some flowers at my funeral
You can bring your man
Then lower me in my grave
So you can let me down again

Written by:
Steven Hall

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