the world inside my head.

from sister hazel.


....

People so high they think
I can't hear the whispers
I can see it falling off their face
Their trying to shoot down my plane of grace
It seems like its already hard enough

But the paint on me is beginning to dry
And it's not what I wanted to be
The weight on me
Is hanging on to a weary angel

So tell me what it is about me
Where did everybody go without me
So, I like to fantasize
And watch the sunrise like it's a big surprise

Life moved and I stopped to taste it
I drank it up 'til it left me wasted
But my rains have bled
A softer red
Oh you should see the world inside my head