My parachute didn't open
and when my back up failed
the pixie dust prevailed
and i woke up next to you
all i wanted was to hold you

i was born in a city
however small
it held a hospital
the location where i came into being
it was all down hill from there

what do you do
when your lifes a disaster
and your moving faster
and its getting harder to breathe

what do you say
if someone is right but
you disagree
even if its the truth

i was told you are depressed
by a little bird
that was severly hurt
as it did not notice my window
it just flew wherever the wind blows
as it convulsed on the pavement
it whispered i am hated
your genetic flaws
i said say it all
you cant decipher reflections from reality
but neither can i

i noticed neither can i

tell me a story