Low Ceiling

Old mister fun is back
Wonder where he’s been hiding at
Hanging 'round the edge
Walls unfortified, inside
No different, patchwork hack
Toil away on an unlaid track
Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide
This time
Finding ceilings low
I’m too big or this room’s too small
Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?
Past twisted, expected warp
Attention span increasingly short
Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high
I’ve tried
Finding ceilings low
I’m too big or this room’s too small
Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?
And nobody can tell you
It’s a moment in time
That defines and deforms you
Finding ceilings low
I’m too big or this room’s too small
Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?
And nobody can tell you
It’s a moment in time
That defines and deforms you
Write me over, false reporter
Can’t you let me shine?
Write me over, false reporter
Can’t you let me shine?
And nobody can tell you
It’s a moment in time
That defines and deforms you