Heavy Balloon

downing a few

beers

and smoking a

cigarette

swinging on a busted

tyre

that hangs from

a broken tree

broken

like teenage

dreams

yeah

that’s just how

it is

how it’s always

been

they think I’m clean

but I’m dirty

oh so

dirty

and I can’t help

but put this

shit

inside of

me

it’s gentle like baby’s

breath

filling me

up

like a

balloon

some kind of

heavy balloon

dragging me

under

where the sun don’t

shine

gotta keep my head

above

but my lungs are

shot

to

pieces

if only someone

knew

just how it felt to

be me

but I’ve always

been too

heavy

heavy like a

balloon

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