Two Ton Shoe - Paper Bag

it's september
and she's not around
i'm getting nothing down on paper

i wait for telltale signs
and whispers
but the last time that i kissed her
she didn't make a sound
who counts the clouds in the sky
who thinks of simple ways to die
who flies too close to the sun
only you 'cause you knew it
could be done
so help me fight myself
out of this paper bag
i know i been left alone
if you don't come pull me through
i always wish for something
i could never have
i need to get out of here
and fly just like you do
i'll start it simple
a paragraph
just a few thoughts on
who you once were
i'll get to work on my own epitaph
just in case you find me
too late for words
who counts the clouds in the sky
who thinks of simple ways to die
who flies too close to the sun
only you 'cause you knew it
could be done
so help me fight myself
out of this paper bag
i know i been left alone
if you don't come pull me through
i always wish for something
i could never have
i need to get out of here
and fly fly just like you do

only you 'cause you knew it
could be done
so help me fight myself out of
this paper bag
i know i been left alone
if you don't come pull me through
i always wish for something
i could never have
i need to get out of here
and fly fly just like you do