What, babe, if I'm the sky?
You say there's nothing up there.
How could we ever get so high?
I say you look pretty inconsequential
sitting down there
on the ground.
I told you to find another way
to get here
without going all the way around.
You stare at me and laugh,
laugh so loud
you cry,
and I know I'll stay alone
up here
with those tears of failure
shining in your eyes.
It wasn't that hard,
just fall and think of the stars
All the sudden you're projected
floating way past even Mars
but your mind is too caught
On the confines of gravity
You’d rather stay locked
To the fear
Of depravity
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