Cut Myself Out

You fall around these lights where

You made me come, dear

Leave all the days behind that made you run.

I sure forget the days that you told me to

I was such a waste when I cut myself out

Now the fall is over baby

You'll descend but at a rate you'll find is slow

And all these times afraid to walk the room

That you have to take, there is no other way

It's forces far above you, though you want me to

I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right

Somehow we wait from old to young

Now the word is small

All the way over.