Stop.Wait.Stop.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hold your hands up, show me the sky.
Dying could seem a lot more like flying
if we all just tried.
So kill me if you must, take away
my bright bird wings. Know, however,
that [by] murdering me leaves none of
you more free.
Singing slowly, "I don't want to die."
But I've had too long to live.
Won't you paint me the ocean so I'll
His lullaby dries my eyes and fits
into the scheming cycle of what was
and what is.