Rooftop

Crouched down on a rooftop

In my mother's high-heeled shoes

I'm wondering if I will drop

Fly away with you

I can smell the rain coming

But I won't leave until it falls

I'm gonna soak in its downpour

Til I hear my mother's calls

Cause I am playing God

I am raising hell

As far as I can tell

I am all alone

Alone in this world

Alone, with you

I carry Spring rain in my hair

Weighted sorrow in perfect clouds

Bursting in the air

Wash away and drown

The roof slips beneath my feet

As the branches back away from me

The softest grass turns to concrete

But I will fly

I will fly

You will see