Taxi

Sometimes I refuse to grow up
and I rebel against clock, calendar and world
sometimes I want to give up
and run away
like I've always done

You know I come here to hide
you read me and therefore know
that I don't hide so well
there are many things I can't brag about
other than being myself

I'm always on the taxi cab
that's going the wrong way
convincing myself people know not where they're going
while the god damn meter never stops

I find your wind strengthens my tired wings
then I remember the guilt
how I wish I could make things better and I can't
that's when I realize I have no wings
that's when I realize I have nothing
other than being myself
and I rebel against giving up.