The Sting

it’s a natural instinct
fighting for your life
and you were fighting to save us both
I was fighting for the flight
and I tried to carry your weight
but I could barely float my own
and we went down down down
like a stone
and the waves kept crashing over
and the salt, it stung my eyes
but I don’t know if the sting is from
the salt or the lies
this day in a snow globe
I’m all upside down
I look around but I don’t recognize
the streets of my hometown
covered in these snowflakes
like tiny missives from outer space
but the ink’s run off
and the words just melt away
and the snow keeps swirling round me
and the bitter wind, it stings my eyes
and I don’t know if the sting is from
the cold or the lies
and I always try to tell the truth
I always try to do what’s right
but I cannot hide from this one
when all around me
there is so much light
so much light
and the world keeps moving around me
and the bright bright sun it burns my eyes
and I don’t know if the burn is from
the truth or the lies
I don’t know if the burn is from
the truth or the lies