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it's ok, not one of my best, a little all over the place, a little repetitive.
it's called off the ground, couldn't really think of anything... sweatdrop

off the ground.

turn me around
pick me up off of the ground
hear me out
tell me what this is all about
what are we really doing here?
when did real life get so boring dear?
and tell me how
my feet aren't touchin the ground.

hold my hand
explain to me why you came back
when i don't deserve you
when i can't control you
when you know all too well i was never really sure
how to take you
but now it seems you're so sure of yourself
that i won't have to worry about that

and, can you tell me why
why you're here and not back there
where i sort of... left you
why the sun set but never rose again,
but now the sun rise fills the room with light
i can see it in your eyes
you want to stay this time
now that i'm back in line.

turn me around
pick me up off of the ground
hear me out
tell me what this is really all about
what are we doing here?
when did real life get so boring dear?
and tell me how
my feet aren't touchin the ground.