Testo di Everyday Balloons

It's more than fists and phrases. It goes beyond life's little changes. It's not enough. Banks, bombs, coffee shops & everything i own. I can't even think a second Without my thoughts coming down to wreck it. (know what i'm saying?) Spirits been gone for months. When is it coming home? These hang-ups alone are cutting me down, Hurting my ears, Chomp at the bit & bite at the masses. Everyday i miss it. I practice petty fucking myths to fix it Just for a while. Shelve it with the rest of me. Next to the faith i've loaned. I sore my throat to get it. I tune it in & turn it up to forget it. That's how it happens. Stage fright therapy is the only help i own. These hang-ups alone are cutting me down, Hurting my ears, Chomp at the bit & bite at the masses. Forgot whose in control. I'm killing what kills. Healing what hurts. Smile at the world. Destroying these feelings.