LIVING ON MY ROOF

It's so blissfully bittersweet
To sit on my roof and watch the planes
What if they crashed
Would I be safe
Some selfish feeling wants me to be
Is it selfish to sit on my roof

I can feel like a kid again
If I imagine who the passengers are
Maybe one of them's going home
Maybe one of them's heading to a funeral
I am selfishly unaware of my claustrophobic room
Or the temperature
But if I close my eyes hard enough
I'll convince myself I'm all made up
Does anything feel real
Is there anybody here

When I look up I can see the clouds in liquid form
And when I look down it's a corporate wasteland
Ready to explode
So I like living on my roof
It's something Sunset Boulevard can't cure
I just wanna watch the planes and be bored

I wish I was a kid again
I felt small and insignificant
Now my legs are bleeding from the walls
People talk just to hear themselves



Credits
Writer(s): Erika Gedgaudas
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