grounding season

There's a chair at the end of a hall
With an iris in a vase
And a girl's tying her shoelace
So she won't fall as I watch her dance
And the sun is up but the lights are on

I can feel the four corners of my feet
Pulling me right down into the ground
And my shirt's too close to my skin
And the sweat is dripping down
Oh it's just way too warm
Now winter's gone

Somehow I'm still freezing
Oh it comes and goes without reason
And it's the high time of grounding season

A couple arguing about who loves the other more
A baby crying in the distance
And the clicking of a door
A fresh made cup of coffee
And the soap in someone's hair
I can still taste the air
I'm not going mad I swear

It's just

Somehow I'm still breathing
Clutching straws hoping for someone to believe in
And it's high time for not thinking twice
Just packing up and leaving
And it's high time for grounding season

Well it's good that you're crying
Because it means that you care
And I can't have lost my mind
If I was never sure it was ever there
I talk way too much and I don't say half of what's enough
And my heart ain't on my sleeve
But my thoughts are always off the cuff

And the pain hurts just the same
When you try your best to look away

Yet somehow I'm still breathing
Holding out for something to believe in
And it's high time for kicking up a fuss when it's not needed
It's high time for picking words at random until you're bleeding
It's the high time of grounding season