Superman

Flying high

Far away

I see that there is

No brighter day

There was snow on my rooftop

It fell gently like a barstool

After a hefty fight

I didn’t want to stand up

There is no one I’d rather hang up

Than the girl I’d wish would sell it

I’m that type of person who…

Lies out in the wet and relies on

The zealot

Yeah, that’s it

I think I’m done

This trips one way ‘round

And then that’s an end to the fun

I don’t write for the sake of Hell

My heart beats for its own

Not to grab a stihl well

I let go for now

We’re at an impasse, I see

What you see

Our hearts beat together

And we lie in a patch

Of broken white ships

And star-wreckin’ sea

That’s us, that’s ‘we’

I found the ones that

Are meant to find

Peace

But not in a world

Where war

Reigns

Supreme