I stand so many floors up
I don’t know exactly how high
Enough to end me If I fall
The window behind me is open
With every fibre I try not to
Acknowledge the gusting wind that calls
You’re not well are you?
I know its hard not to be really
I was just managing to stay afloat
The chorus shouting at me
Is making me doubt my grip
Can I stay on this ledge in hope?
I want to climb down but its interpretation
Feels like a defeat, a defeat I want to avoid
I ignore the wind and the words blown about