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Height
As I try to pull myself back up to that place
Where I can unabashedly see my mother’s face
Desperately I grasp at straws, drop what little I manage to seize
I can get what I want but not what I need
And every day shuffles on lazily by
As I gaze into my friends’ unfocused eyes
Hopes and dreams, none of which were brand new
Gone forever, with the world we knew
Remember those carefree days of bliss?
Before we knew what we’d missed
Gray air curled and glass bottles broke
Inner peace, gone, in a cloud of smoke
Untroubled days, when we were kids
Surpassed by that ever-present buzz, heavy lids
Oh to what lengths we’d go... Such great heights
But only on the surface did it ever feel right
Thinking about life in other places
Strange cities, strange sounds, strange faces
I realize I wanna leave this town, take a chance
Pack my bags, take off, without a backwards glance
My friend and I, we see what’s up
Good kids’ lives changed by some real bad luck
Parents pushing and placing us on A Path
But... A Path to what? I ask
Wanna fly away, Gotta fly away
Because who knows where I’ll end up if I decide to stay
Gotta see what’s real, gotta buckle down
With my friend I’m gonna leave this town
I’ve got my reasons accumulated by nothing saved
The wasted love and the safety I crave, when I know
Memories of this blackened town can be left behind
All in the blink of an eye
When will we settle for what we have?
Twice as much don’t feel better than half
And man, you’d think leaving’d be tough
But at a certain point enough is enough
And as our plane lifts off and begins its trip
A tear will slip, our hands will grip
Not for what we’ll have left behind
But for the scars it left on us, unkind
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