Tuesday

You know what hurts my heart
the most these days is all around me
and now the sun’s been hiding away

It hurts my heart to see
these skyscrapers pretending they’re mountains
and I know what I want to do
but how do I get there?

We don’t think of consequence
it’s only “what can you do for me?”
and now we can’t do anything ourselves

It hurts my heart to see
these skyscrapers pretending they’re mountains
and I know what I want to do
but how do I get there