Friday, November 5, 2010

Weather Balloon

three...two...one
disconnect, reality is making me sick
why worry? nothing i can do
filling my desk with chocolate's the only
way to break out and continue

sometimes my fears rise up and wrap ugly
fingers round my neck so i sit up straight
close my eyes
three...two...one
disconnect, reality is making me sick

if i'm scared, deep breath do it anyways
if i'm stressed, deep breath plunge ahead
i'd sit and cry if i thought it'd do any good
i'd lay down and sleep if i thought i'd escape
my plan is to have a plan and make it all okay
i might complain but when you don't listen
i end up giving up complaining, anyways