Big Apple

Be it as it will
See it as it spills out
Permanent paint on the carpet
Gravity decorating my house

It's so strange sometimes
The semblance of control dissolving
Walk three steps, upward, on my own feet
Up the stairs, I slipped on sanded wood and fell five back

I'm only as strong as my nails and hammer
My house is as strong as the years that it stands here
I flex my fingers and stiffly demand
While concrete crumbles to sand in my hands
I'm only as strong as my nails and hammer
My house is only built to weather

What do I have to say, what do I have to do to get through to you?

Gravity isn't doing anything for me, no
Gravity is not my friend



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Cohenca, Ali Overing, Ben Evans, Jeremy Turowetz, Oscar Evans, Yamin Weiss
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