Mad men   Glaring at blue skies   Tell me I'll be just like them   Hair gone gray   Waiting so patiently   For anything but possibility      I've got every part of nothing   And nothing safer than your arms   So I'll be sleeping on the stairs   Choking on all the fresh air   The faces broken by the brain that keeps on circling itself      I'll be coming 'round soon   To get soaked in your sunshine   And you gladly give me more if I could keep it   'Til I'm halfway home or halfway out the door      Pissing into a hurricane   Waiting for a pleasant smell   Scaling walls to look down on everyone   Who looks down on me   Like I still do      Rooftop hopping has its drawbacks   They all revolve around the ground   And planted feet can't keep a beat   Our outdrawn, pointless memories   They all create as fast   As anyone who's still left wondering      What of this is my life?   And how can you be certain?   And this time we'll be good enough to not give up   And dumb enough to never even care   Why rain falls on a cloudless night   Flags burn up without a fight   I guess we're almost there      One begs no care about the past   So grab one 'cause they'll be going fast   But how could this all be written down?   To push back and pin your failures frown