​what we are (not!!)

Kissing the bone
Won't make it feel much better
Talk on the phone
To your dead grandmother
Why does your face look like mine?
Why do you seem so resigned?

We can’t be much more than what we are
We can be much more than what we aren't
Trapped between the ground and all the stars
Dancing constellations in the dark

Say what you want
I'm the last one standing
Pull all your stunts
Will you stick the landing
When you can’t get what you want
Do you cry or blame it one the sun?

We can be the first to cross thе bar
To sift through all the desert for a start
I don't see thе point of looking back
No I don't see the point in looking back
We can't be much more than what we are (it's alright)
We can be much more than what we aren't (for the good of the people!)
Trapped between the ground and all the stars (you flounder)
Dancing constellations in the dark (Orion!)

I once knew a man who had daisies for fingers
He played in the sun for hours and hours
The fingers grew out and became the leaves
His stomach caved inward replaced with a tree
I lay by his side and ask if he's dying
He says that he's “fine” he’s “given up trying
We all go away. we all go someday
We all have to say we have nothing to say.”