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Height
As I try to pull myself back up to that place
 Where I can unabashedly see my mother’s face
 Desperately I grasp at straws, drop what little I manage to seize
 I can get what I want but not what I need
 
 And every day shuffles on lazily by
 As I gaze into my friends’ unfocused eyes
 Hopes and dreams, none of which were brand new
 Gone forever, with the world we knew
 
 Remember those carefree days of bliss?
 Before we knew what we’d missed
 Gray air curled and glass bottles broke
 Inner peace, gone, in a cloud of smoke
 
 Untroubled days, when we were kids
 Surpassed by that ever-present buzz, heavy lids
 Oh to what lengths we’d go... Such great heights
 But only on the surface did it ever feel right
 
 Thinking about life in other places
 Strange cities, strange sounds, strange faces
 I realize I wanna leave this town, take a chance
 Pack my bags, take off, without a backwards glance
 
 My friend and I, we see what’s up
 Good kids’ lives changed by some real bad luck
 Parents pushing and placing us on A Path
 But... A Path to what? I ask
 
 Wanna fly away, Gotta fly away
 Because who knows where I’ll end up if I decide to stay
 Gotta see what’s real, gotta buckle down
 With my friend I’m gonna leave this town
 
 I’ve got my reasons accumulated by nothing saved
 The wasted love and the safety I crave, when I know
 Memories of this blackened town can be left behind
 All in the blink of an eye
 
 When will we settle for what we have?
 Twice as much don’t feel better than half
 And man, you’d think leaving’d be tough
 But at a certain point enough is enough
 
 And as our plane lifts off and begins its trip
 A tear will slip, our hands will grip
 Not for what we’ll have left behind
 But for the scars it left on us, unkind
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