Clouds

don't wanna be somewhere else

so close to the clouds

in spitting distance of diaster

and the white war combat grounds

it's so pretty and so quiet and I

pretty much enjoy it

but sometimes I miss

starring into the abyss

let the girls be boys

pick your deity of choice

let those stupid tie deniers steal my time

let the horse flies bug me

let the bugs suck me dry

I can scratch around the bites

I've got nothing else to do tonight

not gonna move my brittle bones

closer to the heat

down there the concrete's almost melting

cause the shadows never reach

it's so pretty and so quiet and I

pretty much enjoy it

but in case I get annoyed

this place must be destroyed

I've got nothing else to do...