I thought I lost my will,
‘till I got on that swing.
I swing and remember.
The rusted chains caress my tender skin.
There’s no screaming,there’s singing again.
They told me the gates are closing.
Now it’s time to make my way home.
I leave and remember.
It’s time to order a deep dish pizza.
I’m sat here in my chair, ready to fall.
No swinging, no caressing, no singing.
Just the sound of my body plummeting.
I've never felt so alone,
with the people in my head.
I thought I was alive,
'till I fell off that swing.
