On the road to safe
I kinda tripped along the way
It just seemed like a nasty hassle
The path was greener on the one less traveled
Thats where I remained
People so high they think
I cant hear the whispers
I can see it falling off their face
Their trying to shoot down my plane of grace
It seems like its already hard enough
But the paint on me is beginning to dry
And its not what I wanted to be
The weight on me
Is Hanging on to a weary angel
So tell me what it is about me
Where did everybody go without me
So, I like to fantasize
And watch the sunrise like its a big surprise
Life moves and I stopped to taste it
I drank it up till it left me wasted
But my rains have bled
A softer red
Oh you should see the world inside my head
You can shackle me away
And try to wrap around my dreamer
I feel better when I paint my days
With purple seas
And left out grays
Strange is just a different point of view
But the paint on me is starting to dry
And its not what I wanted to be
The weight on me
Is holding onto a weary angel
I feel better when I paint my days
With purple seas
And left out grays
Strange is just a different point of view
But the pain on me is beginning to dry
And its not what I want it to be
So wait on me
Wait on me
You should see
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