Harborer - The Paper

The paper sits in the driveway on top of all the others
And I'm sitting on top of my world
The blonde haired man sits on the television scaring all the mothers
All the while my reality unfurls

Do you really think that I could be there
When I'm not anywhere at all
I am so sick of distractions
They're pushing me off to fall
But don't think about it

I won't sell myself so I can hide what you're really worth
I'd rather slowly jog a couple laps around the earth

What happened to chivalry? The man told me it's dead
I asked what's gonna happen to you and me? This is what he said
I'm lying he said completely nothing
He just told me to invest in his startup
I've heard about all these pyramid schemes
This one I didn't know I was part of
My heaven consists of
And nothing more nothing less
I don't know what your heaven looks like but I bet that I could guess

Do you really think I could fall
Out of love with you
I don't really think you understand
What my mind goes through
But don't think about it

I won't jump in the water so you can help me float
It seems selfish of me to expect you as my boat

The winners and losers in the world seem to be just fine
But I'm just sitting here trying not to lose my mind

Written by:
Benjamin Coates

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