In the middle of the day. When the sun is aching. And I try to make my way. But the sidewalk's breaking. Watch me slip between the cracks. As I fall and fall and fall.
There it is, I can see. The little picture perfect me. I have tried, using force. But it always ends up tragically. So I stay the way I am. Just a crooked little outline.
In the middle of the day. When the sun is aching. And I try to make my way. But the sidewalk's breaking. Watch me slip between the cracks. As I fall and fall and fall.