Above by Eli Potter

Might you be the spiraler
that I was holding hands with
when we dropped it all

when we went to fall in love
with the ugliness of masses
just to say we climbed that wall

its an intro to the verses
of a song that just might mean something
i'm so sick of making words up
just to wonder if anyone's gonna sing it

I'll sing it on my own

ooh ooh

I'll sing it on my own

Good God above me
I have been so nervous
to contact you feeling
Helpless

We size it up to cash
or a treasured little bag
and wonder why we don't get no where at all

and if you're dumb enough to believe
that you know half of anything
oh you're just like me

cause see ive been walking through the streets
and it became so clear to me
that these are just very violent dreams

why does it it hurt to
come to my senses
the flower I picked once
haven't picked none since then

Good God above me
I have been so nervous
to contact you feeling
Helpless

and me I'm not
that easy
to contact myself

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