That high horse of yours is headed straight off a cliff

you've gotta come down sometime, kid 

despite common belief 

the clouds are a difficult place to live in

you'd think it'd be nice,

it sure looks like it's nice 

but when you're 20 thousand feet up in the air
there's not much more to do than drink at the partially-formed bar and stare
at the goings-on below 

there ain't no walls or floors or doors 

you just kind of have to... Float 

and it's just you and the devil 

the pop-culture kind, not biblical
since the clouds aren't big enough
to accommodate anything other
than you and your shame

I watch as he shines the glasses 

knowing that if my shoe falls off
I'll never get it back

knowing that none of my friends

are ever going to have much hope

of reaching me 

there's not a ladder they could build 

that could get a hold on a cloud 

20 thousand feet up in the sky 

I always assumed that

if they really meant it, they'd find a way 

but that's not fair of me,

since I've been really meaning to rip

a tear between dimensions, but

well I'm still here, aren't I?
It's difficult to tell sometimes

point is it's just not possible

"That high horse of yours is headed straight off a cliff," the devil tells me 

Yeah, you're right, it is 

"you've gotta come down sometime, kid."

I know

I know

I peek out over the edge of the cloud 

blankly at the world below 

it looks pretty shitty 

but I think in the end 

it'd be easier to survive in 

I hear his damn voice

in the back of my head 

you don't really want to end up like me, baby

you're right

I don't