We're just storytellers, we don't mean the things we say. We just want people to think Everything went our way
I'm standing on the night sky. Looking down, all I see: the tops of heads. A bay, a car, a House, a bird, a circular window, a light by your bed
See, I thought space would seem nice, looking up from above the atmosphere. But I Found things I knew from unseen angles, more interesting than fear
I don't know a lot about myself. Not even my middle name. You spun that inside out; Wove me a blanket of shame
We're just storytellers, we don't mean most things we say. We just give each other Thoughts to twist and save for another day