Common Ground

If you knew I’d throw myself off this roof tonight
Would you see my stain before it dries?
Would you be able to recognize?
And if you knew I’d tell God to take me far away
Would you see me fly to outer space?
Would you hear the bones in my body break?
Would there still be 200 feet between the world and me?
And the crows gather round
So concerned now
They stand on common ground
And they won’t make a sound
When I’m laid down
Beneath this common ground
Uncommon thoughts are feeling commonplace
I’ve settled into unsettling mental spaces
Tectonic emotions are shifting above the hell inside of me
When I’m manic I feel like I’m a god
Striking into Achilles with a chainsaw
Been running on adrenaline just to catch a fucking break
Mixing up anxiety with Ritalin
Hoping if I press in I can impress
You can’t see me but you can see Goya
So I scrape my ego off reflections
Keep it arm’s length cause of my paranoia
Don’t I look pretty from far away?
And the crows gather round
So concerned now
They stand on common ground
And they won’t make a sound
When I’m laid down
Beneath this common ground