Truman

I see porches full of people That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show Check the news before I go They tell me it's what I should know I wonder If i've fallen short, I see the bar that I'm under Picket fences painted, and the houses are numbered All about the same color Every morning Say hello and I, I, I I wonder If there's any more to this I envy a butterfly in metamorphosis I've stayed undercover, In the frame of silent shutters I don't know if I want to fit I I see porches full of people That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show Check the news before I go They tell me it's what I should know Then it hits me that the highs Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows But some prefer a one-way road You know how the story goes Yoo-hoo x 4 And I wonder Would I have chosen it? When each single move is a pose And everyone knows, where I'm gonna go So I can be safe, but I'll never grow 'Cause life isn't naturally prone To putting no pressure on bones I might rather break to see what I build back I have been told if it doesn't have thorns, it isn't a rose You can't cue the sun, you're only play god then Living ain't just living 'cause you're conscious Flying with a pilot that is Pontius Bound to crash eventually, I guess I Should just hit the woods, or hit a wall 'Cause there'll be wind So might as well put it in sails, and see if you fail 'Cause I see porches full of people That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show Check the news before I go They tell me it's what I should know Then it hits me that the highs Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows But some prefer a one-way road You know how the story goes Yoo-hoo x 8 I see porches full of people That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show Check the news before I go They tell me it's what I should know Then it hits me that the highs Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows But some prefer a one-way road You know how the story goes