Grounding Season

There's a chair at the end of a hall With an iris in a vase And a girl's tying her shoelace So she won't fall as I watch her dance And the sun is up but the lights are on I can feel the four corners of my feet Pulling me right down into the ground And my shirt's too close to my skin And the sweat is dripping down Oh it's just way too warm Now winter's gone Somehow I'm still freezing Oh it comes and goes without reason And it's the high time of grounding season A couple arguing about who loves the other more A baby crying in the distance And the clicking of a door A fresh made cup of coffee And the soap in someone's hair I can still taste the air I'm not going mad I swear It's just Somehow I'm still breathing Clutching straws hoping for someone to believe in And it's high time for not thinking twice Just packing up and leaving And it's high time for grounding season Well it's good that you're crying Because it means that you care And I can't have lost my mind If I was never sure it was ever there I talk way too much and I don't say half of what's enough And my heart ain't on my sleeve But my thoughts are always off the cuff And the pain hurts just the same When you try your best to look away Yet somehow I'm still breathing Holding out for something to believe in And it's high time for kicking up a fuss when it's not needed It's high time for picking words at random until you're bleeding It's the high time of grounding season