Birds fly
Up above me and I
Cry
Wishing I could be like them
But I'm
Just a rat stuck in a maze
I lie
Up awake until the sun
Light
Hits the room and shakes the floor
And I
Stumble back into the world
I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill
Oh would it make you love me less or more?
Less or more
I write
With the hope some kind of
Insight
Will come jumping off the page
And life
Will come running back to me
I might
Think a little more of work
If I
Dug my hands into the dirt
But I
I care only for your love
I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill
Oh would it make you love me less or more?
Less or more
In the house
That I grew up in
There was more life there than
I have found anywhere else
I have found anywhere else
I am a fountain now
I am a stone spitting water out
High and dry once I get it out
Once I get it out
I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill
Oh would it make you love me less or more?
Less or more