standing out there on a ledge    I'm scared to look back down    on all those people down there    they think I'm crazy    I told you that I needed time alone    to sort through all the cobwebs and the random thoughts    they all get to me sometimes       dressed up in my Sunday best    waiting for something    like maybe some aliens would come down and take me home    but you don't really seem to get it    you don't seem to know how much it would mean to me    to leave this place       I know it seems a little bit scary    but I just can't find the right words to say    so please, please, just hear me out    it's just my little tin heart trying to write a pretty song       maybe you think I'm stoned    but I know what I'm saying    suspend your disbelief in me    isn't it unbelievable just how fucked up things can be?    so take somet ime    think it over till it's done    and I don't think that she's the one