I'm just a weather vane of feelings
Spinning suicidally, can't get a hold on anything
Stumbling on crumbs, on my tiny problems
A puny, endless broken rhyme
I didn't ask to be born here
Fingers under the pillow feel like a gun
We are alone here
It demands some coke
To not cry for you being on the upper floor
A caution hanging on my neck: be a man
Find a dead end of the path for both
The world is beautiful but so cruel
I'm feeling so cold but I don't have a home to go to
Still thinking of whom I'm writing these songs to
Where I am, where I go
I'm holding on your collar
Trying to see everything from the shoulders of a giant
My son on my shoulders
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We are crawling here all alone
Freezing wind doesn't sing to us
It sings for those who have left
We are making circles like spinning tops
And when I was thinking what I'm doing
You took my hand
Hey, don't go away
I don't know this life without you
Please stay here
And the day won't end after all
And I can see everything from your shoulders
I'm not a man of the year
More like a living room man, riding a couch in a time capsule
So close to the mirror my nose hits it
My meal in a toilet, my laundry in a bundle
I'm not ashamed of what you see here
But of what I hide, my anti-life
I'm scared that everyone will find I out that I am
The way that I am
I find old shoes when cleaning your wardrobe
I try to grow in them but I'll never catch you
The Earth doesn't stop moving because of tears
So I just walk around with an albatross in my throat
What if you are not asleep but awake under those bodies
The morning sky is like exposed corneas
I'm thinking naively that you are watching after me
Until I wake up sweating from my eternal sleep
Phobia and mania, I guess those are the same
When time circles in a fallen eight forever
Trying to see everything from the shoulders of a giant
My son on my shoulders
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