I've been leaving footprints in the grass
Spelling out HELP for whoever walks past
But nobody is out there - black and blue
The colour of my brain's painted like a bad mood
Cos I was content when my phone rang less
There's things in my head that I can't access
Began my descent now I'm out of my depth
And I'm in jeopardy
Maybe I'll try
Living in the art of war
Through a window in between
The static overhead
Has nothing left unsaid
I'm moving to the moon
And maybe it's a trend
But every time I say it
I believe I don't pretend
I'm floating through the days
Am I deluded when I say
I'm getting through this year?
Turning in my cradle, I need space
The elephant in the room is standing on my shoelace
If something's gonna scare you, let it be
The bittersweet truth that'll never quite teethe
Until I'm a few screws less from just fine
I guess I'll assume I still need to unwind
Cos how many newsprint blues can I cry
Till I forget to breathe?
Maybe that's life
Living in the art of war
Through a window in between
The static overhead
Has nothing left unsaid
I'm moving to the moon
And maybe it's a trend
But every time I say it
I believe I don't pretend
I'm floating through the days
Am I deluded when I say
I don't read the news
Because it leads me to the edge
As if my hands are tied
I shouldn't feed what bites
But I believe the truth
When it's crouched behind my legs
Until I stand upright
I have no battle cry
I'm getting through this year
