I've been hanging upside down

Watching the sun rise to kiss the ground

I've been playing with falling down

Opening up these callouses and rooting around

I'm still growing up so watch me just keep stumbling around

But if there's a better way than intoxicated obsessive correction of self

To captivate every set of eyes that pulls in to orbit my trail

Oh my I think I miss the ground

Passenger window, ten years old

Listening to my problems from a slightly older soul

You're just like me, but I think I can help

By keeping all of my worries, all of my wonders, all to myself

I'm still growing up so watch me just keep stumbling around

But if there's a better way than intoxicated obsessive correction of self

To captivate every set of eyes that pulls in to orbit my trail

Oh my I think I miss the ground

I've been reading, and all I can figure out

The more simply you embrace complexity, the more beautifully it tears you down

The more simply you embrace complexity, the more beautifully it tears you down