A Certain Kind of Full That Leaves sometihng to be desired

we dance on rooftops for the ones that call us down

we sing on ledges to those who ask "when did you stop being yourself"

and I can't answer

not even try

i can't imagine

or even lie

the light i had is gone

swallowed by the emptiness inside]

a perfect picture

you're holding 

on to the image with tears in your eyes 

it's overwhelming

the way we think we are

who do you think you are?

we play with fire to try to burn ourselves down

we fan the flames in hopes of finding solace from ourselves

do you feel better now?

are you awake?

I need something

to set me straight

i fell off the way we came

now i hate what i became

a broken picture

i'm holding

onto the memories the knife pressed on my skin

it's overwhelming

the way we think we are

the way we think we can 

Who the f**k do i think i am?