Low Ceiling

Old mister fun is back

Wonder where he's been hiding at

Hanging round the edge

Walls unfortified, inside

No different, patchwork hack

Toil away on an unlaid track

Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide

This time

Finding ceilings low

I'm too big or this room's too small

Why's my ceiling another's floor

Past twisted, expected wrap

Attention span increasingly short

Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high

I've tried

Finding ceilings low

I'm too big or this room's too small

Why's my ceiling another's floor

And nobody can tell you

It's a moment in time

That defines and deforms you

Finding ceilings low

I'm too big or this room's too small

Why's my ceiling another's floor

And nobody can tell you

It's your moment in time

Write me over, false reporter

Can't you let me shine

Write me over, false reporter

Can't you let me shine

And nobody can tell you

It's a moment in time

That defines and deforms you