How can I get where I'm going when I'm not sure if it even exists?
I keep walking, but the earth turns against the momentum of gravity.
Saying this is real,
and watch your step girl.
I lost sight of the horizon a long time ago now
And the scenery waltzes by so slow and sweet it breaks all my feelings into more than I can chew.
This isn't poetry, this is a mess.
falling down and about cause I've got nothing left to stand by.
What good is your map when I don't want to know which way is up?