Miscommunication should of been the answer to your question
On a carousel alone and the skies were grey not to mention
Sunken in the middle of an abandoned house
The thoughts were written on your sleeve no need to speak out loud
MLK'n through the years, doubts turned into fears
Electric wires set to always keep the light switch on
Test dummies used to drive then crash
Tunnel visions of an emotional wave, separate then clash
Sit around the circle so the story can be told more than once
You thought they would pick a book of your interest
So you wait around just in time for your favorite part
At the of end of every beginning you wished there was a fresh start
Your neighbors were the clouds they kept you way too high
Walking on air until you reached an exit sign
Searching for the easiest route was never the plan
Simple directions that were never given to a boy nor a man
Every morning you had your favorite bowl of trix
A slight dose of reality would of been way too much
You would have rather purchased a hill, or maybe even a touch
Through the years the walls, the ceiling, the floors should have never Been this rough
She didn't smell the flowers, she didn't know the sun came up in the morning
You offered her A life supply of folgers, but it wasn't enough
The crowd had a population too large to notice only one
An apology that is equivalent to a never ending song, too real to be sung
On a carousel alone and the skies were grey not to mention
Sunken in the middle of an abandoned house
The thoughts were written on your sleeve no need to speak out loud
MLK'n through the years, doubts turned into fears
Electric wires set to always keep the light switch on
Test dummies used to drive then crash
Tunnel visions of an emotional wave, separate then clash
Sit around the circle so the story can be told more than once
You thought they would pick a book of your interest
So you wait around just in time for your favorite part
At the of end of every beginning you wished there was a fresh start
Your neighbors were the clouds they kept you way too high
Walking on air until you reached an exit sign
Searching for the easiest route was never the plan
Simple directions that were never given to a boy nor a man
Every morning you had your favorite bowl of trix
A slight dose of reality would of been way too much
You would have rather purchased a hill, or maybe even a touch
Through the years the walls, the ceiling, the floors should have never Been this rough
She didn't smell the flowers, she didn't know the sun came up in the morning
You offered her A life supply of folgers, but it wasn't enough
The crowd had a population too large to notice only one
An apology that is equivalent to a never ending song, too real to be sung
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