Imagining myself
On the top of a tall pillar like yours
My balance was never very good
I'd fall off instantly of course
But I'll help steady yours
It's late, my brain is stirring
It's hard, my heart is hurting
I know, melodramatic
But I can't make it happen
Like you might
If you try
I know I'm happy
And I know it cuts no ties
It's possible I'm just selfish
And insecure and self satisfied
You've got the goods, man
It's late, my brain is stirring
It's hard, my heart is hurting
I know, melodramatic
But I can't make it happen
Like you might
If you try