Scale Of One To Ten

I would love to be living again
I would love to be able to love
I would rate you as my friend on a scale of one to ten

As low as that sounds
It's what we did in elementary school
You're low to the ground
And everything is up, even for a fool
And those were the times
When you could spend the whole day with just one thought
And friendship was blind
And betrayals often and soon were forgotten

And I'm speaking from limited experience
And the patterns I see are the ones I make
A past with no future makes the present tense
Hurt myself hurdling your fence

As false as that sounds
These little games with words are one of my few joys
I leap buildings in bounds
But only in my mind, cuz I'm still a boy
Or am I senile?
Did I forget how many times I've dropped the ball?
Is that denial?
Egyptian waters sound like they'd break a fall

Ohhhhhh



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Keenan
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