it must have been easier when we were younger
and the world takes place two feet outside of your head
then something expanded and you start to feel stranded
so you scramble outside of the skin that you shed
it must have been easier when the lights were brighter
and the girls were screaming your name
then the bulbs burn out and you're left in doubt
and everything starts to feel the same
you couldn't stand it i suppose
life comes and then life goes
some things nobody knows
some things nobody knows
it must have been easier to feel in control
you were so small and needed a way to feel big
so you took all you could and it felt pretty good
then suddenly you're aware of what you did
it must have been easier to be somebody we knew
or maybe you felt spent
suddenly you're gone and everything goes wrong
and no one knows just why you went
we couldn't stand you i suppose...
some things are easy some things aren't a breeze
some of my branches stretch out and bear fruit
some branches die when they freeze
and sometimes i think of you
you jumped from a plane that you thought would explode
and you slowly drift your way down
with the dead weight gone the plane flies on
the madness in flight, the safety of the ground
