Climbing out of the sky a man who

could fly and a painting anyone could play.

It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust.

Staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band

and a hero no one else could save,

it was never much but it's all that you gave.

And I wonder if you wonder,

or did your stars finally explode?

Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze?

I'm amazed, than I let go.

Little minds let little games burn big old dreams

with little flames, and you don't think I understand.

Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling,

if they do, it's because you want to land.

Climbing out of his chair to fix the

T.V. glare is a man but no one knows he's there.

It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost.

She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz

and she laughs, “Hell, sometimes life ain't fair”

It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere.

These elevator doors are closing

again you leave before I planned.

I taste you walking down the hall.

You left your perfume on the nightstand.