From the Top

Back inside where the walls are paper thin
Your flowers were drying out by a water tin
Close enough to feel the moisture in the air
So every night they learn
What's right isn't always fair

If you got something to say to me lately
Open up your lungs
Let me know where you want me to go
I've nothing to show
But frankly, I've been skipping stones on my own
From the top of a throne

Did you figure it out this time?
(I broke a promise, a promise again)
Was the view even worth the climb?
(I broke a promise, a promise)

(Is it wrong to think there's more to summer glare?)

If you got something to say to me lately
Open up your lungs
Let me know where you want me to go
I've nothing to show
But frankly, I've been skipping stones on my own
From the top of a throne