thinking aloud, nothings worrying me
the pale blue sky; omnipresent birds, they sing
breaking my oath and dragging a sound
signs of my illness bouncing all around
i’m walking this road with my feet on the ground
ignoring strife that clearly abounds
stop and smile, to toss out this same frown
i wouldn't do that, i'm just fucking around
the end of the day is coming around
tossing facades like a ball hits the ground
please come in, but don't be making a sound
i'm not asleep, i'm just fucking around
thinking aloud, nothings worrying me
the pale dead sky; all the lies they can't see