Gravity

Blonde head of Hair
With no one to share
Grow-Growing Up, Growing Fat, Growing Tall
And it never mattered at all

About Grades, and futures
English Teachers

Just pushed through a crack in the wall

And no future
And no plans
Just pointing fingers
And fisted hands

They Couldn't wait until I had grown up
(and had gone)
And I struggled on

And you wonder why
I'm full of Childhood
And yearning for touch, and belief
Hard to let go
And when I'm gone, (a relief?)

Insecurities running wild
And All I want is a moment of smiles
And perhaps a dream, you dream for me
Proof that you believe (in me)

That you believe
How could anyone believe
In me

Yes, You are my Moon
And all I wish, is that you could say
You're not ever going away

All I need
is a little bit
of Gravity