You asked me if I’m okay
but I didn’t want to say
‘Cause I know if I do,
You’ll think you have a clue.
It’s not about them, it’s not about you
It’s all that I am and all I have due.
You needed me to hear
and I’m sure it’s just a fear
that I’ll be faced with uncomfortable truth,
maybe that’s why I’m on this roof.
It’s all crashing; I’m falling down,
touch the ground and watch me drown.
Now I’m swimming over waves
as I scream through these raves,
and my lungs gasp for air
wherever I am I feel your stare.
See me jump; watch me lying,
You’re crying but I’m dying.
I want to tell you everything
but I wish that I knew anything
to prove what it’s doing to me,
and I just wished I could be free.
In your arms; safe from harm,
your tears sting and with no calm.
Up on this roof again
I hear the chirping of the wren
as it settles on my outstretched hand,
and my eyes are all full of sand.
They’re stinging me; it’s clinging sin,
claws digging in my skin.
I stroke the feathers worn
weathering the perfect storm
at last this bird takes flight,
winging flapping in its fright.
Your hand is on my shoulder,
and that’s all it took to smoulder.
So here we are we’ve come this far
as once I was a fading star
you asked me if I’m okay,
and I know it’s time to say.
It’s all about you now,
Listen to my final vow.