Stones & Feathers

(Gray/MacKichen/Skarbek/Parks)
Theres nothing left for me to do just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around
I cant help falling down is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers
Im not myself maybe
Im never just like tear that fades away just like a word
I cant express or cant explain a thousand voices in my brain
I wish theyd comfort me instead its torturing is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way
Im made to measure
Im not myself maybe
Im never when all is said and done
I confess
Ive had enough is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever
Im not myself maybe
Im never is this the state of so -called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather
Im not myself maybe
Im never