Off the Pedestal

wait there i'll find my shotgun shells

and aim to blow your top off the pedestal

you're asking me to climb down from my treehouse

and dance

upon the smallest limb

you're asking me to jump and shout and shake

myself to the ground

i fall upon my head i never seem to get

these feet beneath my legs to land up like a cat

who's taken back his lives for ones not going right

i never was that good

i don't want to dance no more

you were never worth the fall