I know nothing and I don't pretend to think I do
I'm a little kid trapped in the skin of the man who's standing next to you
you're quiet watching the sun rise between connecting flights
an hour spent, silent, tired, and staring at the sky
and I should really get off my hands and knees
but I think that's when things tend to resonate the best in this town
that only holds me back I take everything you say with a grain of salt
to cope with empty promises the first time in my life
I can finally see the world for what it really is
a jumble of colors and a blur is all you said
but you were concentrating then on defining things you never thought I understood
but I'm coming clean because I never really could
so bury me standing I want to keep my head up when I'm gone
so I can be closer to the sun and to the things that kept me warm
so bury me standing it's hard to think that this is all that's left
and I guess I never really thought about it then

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS