Tiny Dancer.

I know that you'll be back tomorrow.
can we just lay low for a while now?
none of the promises seem real somehow.
let me burn down all of the memories,
that words and lines can't save.

i kind of wish, i kind of wish,
that the tiny dancer inside of me
could use her feet inside this cage.
do you know?

I'm sorry that this just won't work,
and every insult has failed to hurt,
perhaps if you'd see, I'd make you believe,
this means more than everything to me.
these thoughts can't fold themselves.

i kind of wish, i kind of wish,
that the tiny dancer inside of me
could use her feet inside this cage.
do you know?

do you know what it is about me,
because they've all got you eating clouds,
and you can't see for yourself.
now the chair seems closer than it usually does,
and the world seems bigger than it probably should,
tip toe forward, you won't be heard.
spread the word.
it's not about leaps in the driver's seat.
sit on the back burner and shelter yourself.

i kind of wish, i kind of wish,
that the tiny dancer inside of me
could use her feet inside this cage.
do you know?

the secret's in the losing, the art is in the pace.
i know that this is unexpected.
well open up your mind and maybe you'll see,
there's a tiny dancer inside of me.
and she's been waiting to breathe.
do you know?
do you know what I'm saying?

lolz.