Falling

The way this world is upside down its falling, now, away from ground flying through a sea of blue, and swimming among the birdies, too it never seems to make much sense the waters thin, the air is dense. the day is dark, the night is bright void crevices now extruding light its hard to know which way to turn apart or toward the things you yearn how wrong I've been, and few times right. screw it though; im strapped in tight where we going? I have no clue. thank God I don't think I do. but, if there's one thing I always knew deep down inside each time i grew I'd want the world to leave me falling - falling right back to you. and just like that, we're paper and glue.