You can look into my eyes and see that my spark is gone,
when I get goosebumps and you read me like braille.
I want to incite a riot and make people go crazy
I want people to look at me and know that I am amazing
But I don't really think about it much because no one notices
and I don't really smile any more although my smile flourishes.
It is getting kind of hard to hold it in
My happiness is like Texas weather and it just really all depends
There will always be more that I am after
but I will also be associated with time like a slave to its master.
You have to tell me that somethings going to give,
because in this crazy world I don't know if I can live
I will never be happy until they invent the commercial Rocket ship
Take me higher! this grounded life is one I would prefer to skip.
I would skip it like rocks on a lake
and be sure to grab all that I can take.
My hands are sweaty as I try and turn the handle
as I walk through the door and put my trophy wife on the mantle.
Only a trophy because she is my pride and joy
My dreams are locked, loaded, and ready for deploy.
This is my forever so how can I find it?
How do I get passed all of the time already spent?
I dream to wake up in New York under covers
Instead I will wake up at the requests of not mine but others.
Sometime soon I feel it will be my time
And the definition of a man the world will redefine.
