Shelf
My head was in hell
I put my heart on the shelf
I was alone at last
A little more than I'd asked
With your neck like an owl
And your eyes in your mouth
I could hear you singing,
"Sorry for your sad soul."
And then we fell through the floor
And then we fell a little more
And all I could say was,
"I wanna know people care
About the souls of their others"
I'd be alright if I could say, "I'm okay."
But I made a bluff like I had any other option
But I think I'd rather stay awake
I'm not sure how much I could take