The Ceiling
I stare at the ceiling
Searching for meaning
And I hope the cracks
Don't bring me back
To these paint chipped walls
And dreary halls
And the stairs that creak
As if to speak
I've made my bed so I shall lie
I fall to sleep and wave goodbye
I'll dream a dream of sanctity
And hope it doesn't end tragically
So don't cry for me
(I'll do it myself)
And don't lie to me
(I'll do it myself)
I know that I push away
So you don't hear the things this monster would say
It holds me
Like a puppet on strings
And you would fall if you had no wings
I stare at the ceiling
Searching for meaning
And I hope the cracks
Don't bring me back
To these paint chipped walls
And dreary halls
And the stairs that creak
As if to speak
I've made my bed so I shall lie
I fall to sleep and wave goodbye
I'll dream a dream of sanctity
And hope it doesn't end tragically
So don't cry for me
(I'll do it myself)
And don't lie to me
(I'll do it myself)
Writer/s: Roadside
