From Above

Now that I live above the trees and the houses
Where everything’s greener I’m hoping that one day
You’ll fill the air with me too
Come take my hand and I’ll show you the view from up above

Come take my hand and I’ll show you the view from up above

I’ve written stories of us getting older but it’s not the same without you
I’ve written stories of coldest December, the fire won’t burn without you
Only the answer in only this poem takes me heavens above the bad news
And everything faded, my colour erasing, the beautiful transpires to you

But now that I live above the trees and the houses
Where everything’s clearer I’m hoping that one day
You’ll fill the air with me too
Come take my hand and I’ll show you the view from up above

(From up above)
Come take my hand and I’ll show you the view from up above

And I know this is pointless
And I know that there’s nothing here for me
And everything falls in the same exact patterns I made in the previous spring
And I know that it’s pointless, there’s nothing above when you keep looking down
Don’t you think that I know where you’re going with this?
Don’t you think this escape would be borderline pointless?