So High I'm Touching the Ceiling

Laying in a pile of rended dreams

I've kissed the sore spot better

Salvaged the wreckage

It doesn't matter where I've been

It matters where I'm going

This moment is a snapshot of life

I've been holding on, endlessly waiting

With a gnarled expression

The sun is shining like broken glass

I'm hyper-conscious

I've shaked off the jitters

Without a care, in the warm air

Alone in my bedroom

So high I'm touching the ceiling

Without a care, in the warm air

Alone in my bedroom

So high I'm touching the ceiling

I'm one dose away from paradise

Spinning on the plane

Out of kilter like a laggard

I said, "Hasta la vista!" to the chagrin

I'm living in a Bohemian way

I've hit the bullseye

I've made it loud and clear

I'm no one in the face of death

Running from the fear of being repeatedly vapid

Running from the fear I can't break the bad habit

Running from the fear                                                                                                     

Running from the fear

Without a care, in the warm air                                                 

Alone in my bedroom                                                                      

So high I'm touching the ceiling                                                                                         

Without a care, in the warm air                                                                                       

Alone in my bedroom                                                                                                     

So high I'm touching the ceiling.