I Am the Planet

My keys are on the hook
My wallet's on the table
My shoes are at the door
But my feet are on the floor
I'm not going anywhere

My gloves are in the shed, where they belong
My love is in the bed, where it's been all along
My thoughts are with the dead
And my prayers have just been fed
I'm not going anywhere

Don't care about fresh air
Don't need to feel that free
What i believe lives in the place
Where i don't care what you believe

Fuck you and fuck you too
No respect for what i choose
No understanding of the life i stand to lose

I am the planet and i am the gravity
When i choose the weather you can't get mad at me
It makes me want to cry,
But i'm too afraid to cry
I would sooner die

I think i'm the planet, i think i'm the gravity
The sun isn't for you, no use getting mad at me
If that makes you want to cry
Well then go ahead and cry
That's no fault of mine