There may be a logical perspective that I’m not seeing
Nonsense dust blown air looks perfect through my eyes,
Low and red
I thought I was floating
You knew better than I did
Trying to persuade me of the consequences--you pass
Still I spell out I don’t care in rings of smoke
Swirling with them to paradise and beyond
Taking your obscurity in hand to fight
The gravity you no longer see beneath me
You claim you’re afraid of heights
But I love being another puff in the clouds
And as always, you don’t understand that
Or maybe I’m just too high,
Remembering that you haven’t experienced my altitude
Mistaking my distance in elevation for a haze of rain
Failing to drip drops on your skin,
Untouched by your dirty hands
In question with the polluted breaths you take
I remain dry
Calm in the overhead glance of your confusion, your overcast
Claiming it as it continues to linger above you
And you’ve never been high enough
Nonsense dust blown air looks perfect through my eyes,
Low and red
I thought I was floating
You knew better than I did
Trying to persuade me of the consequences--you pass
Still I spell out I don’t care in rings of smoke
Swirling with them to paradise and beyond
Taking your obscurity in hand to fight
The gravity you no longer see beneath me
You claim you’re afraid of heights
But I love being another puff in the clouds
And as always, you don’t understand that
Or maybe I’m just too high,
Remembering that you haven’t experienced my altitude
Mistaking my distance in elevation for a haze of rain
Failing to drip drops on your skin,
Untouched by your dirty hands
In question with the polluted breaths you take
I remain dry
Calm in the overhead glance of your confusion, your overcast
Claiming it as it continues to linger above you
And you’ve never been high enough

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