sky high

shattered at dawn, so far for so long, feeling newly baptized, thinking i don't want this thing to end, and all the blue sky, where our stony paths meet, coffee-coloured sheets, looking down at pale knees with a cigarette, and my morning beat under the blue sky, last night at the bar, i was wrong, i was only hurting, and you were acting too polite, when we held onto the pain, through the storms and the rain, like a crumpled, empty, discarded newports box. ah, the blue sky, ah, sky high, ah, pawn-shop billboard, we buy gold, old dreams just fade and twist, it's a heartache that never ended, the brightness of air, out walking somewhere, and when they ask you, just tell em that you knew me back when, under the blue sky, ah, sky high, ah, below the blue sky, ah, sky high