Head in a Cloud

Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be

You bear your ideology so stoically

That all that you can see, is inferiority

Here I am, my head in a cloud

Can you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground?

I guess I fool, cause I thought I could recognize

The people who cared for me,

I thought I could draw the line

That surrounded my friendsOh I, I not going to give upAnd I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves

It tolerable company, given the means

I won't waste my time crying

If I the last to understand

The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance

I losing the faith that youth hold in longevity

I guess that the price for bartering naivety

Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbeliefI not going to give up