The Ceiling

I stare at the ceiling
Searching for meaning
And I hope the cracks
Don't bring me back

To these paint chipped walls
And dreary halls
And the stairs that creak
As if to speak

I've made my bed so I shall lie
I fall to sleep and wave goodbye
I'll dream a dream of sanctity
And hope it doesn't end tragically

Don't cry for me
(I'll do it myself)
Don't lie to me
(I'll do it myself)

I know that I push you away
So you don't hear the things this monster will say
It holds me
Like a puppet on strings
And you would fall if you had no wings

I stare at the ceiling
Searching for meaning
And I hope the cracks
Don't bring me back

To these paint chipped walls
And dreary halls
And the stairs that creak
As if to speak

I've made my bed so I shall lie
I fall to sleep and wave goodbye
I'll dream a dream of sanctity
And hope it doesn't end tragically

Don't cry for me
(I'll do it myself)
Don't lie to me
(I'll do it myself)



Credits
Writer(s): Roadside
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