A Song for the Sun

Way up high on a ledge in the sun
There sits a small man who's been dying in the dark
All he ever wanted was to live in the sun
Maybe forget that he misses everyone

Way up high on a narrow, small ledge
Deceptively not unlike his narrow, small mind

And now he's sick from the darkness inside

And a laugh escapes, way up there
Cause it's funny to think, in a morbid way, I guess
How he never thought about the living
Until he felt the dying inside

Up, up top on the narrow, small ledge
Staring straight at the sun
You cannot feel so fucking small
No longer see anything at all

And it's so disorienting to fall in love
And how many love stories til the heart breaks for good
And they're all counting seconds out there
Til the skull hits the side walk

With a sound
As sick
As it was
Profound



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Bucci
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