Alive
i bet you think you're right
when you've got a mind
that can only reach cloud nine when it's high
i bet you think you're cruel
when you've got no casket of ammunition
and you've only ever been in verbal duels
i bet you think you're kind
when everyone is exactly the same and follows your self-made authority
the only way you want them to be
i bet you think you're alive
when you're dead in your head and you're just a body
floating blindly through the messy construction of this life
you're really just a pile of useless wet wood
yeah, you'll dry soon, i'm after you now
if you want to be alive i've got a match
and some oxygen from above the clouds
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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