still caught up in everything you thought was your own 
choice
she still answers everything with "this is not my voice."
soon or late our TV trays are left out in the clouds
reason still seemed the only one who thought her thoughts 
out loud
all zipped up but there's 1 or 2 thing left to loose
you always said that it's okay cause I'm not missing out
still climbing up the ordinary everything that common 
sense said,
when i woke up all this time I left for inside noise
she's still screaming every day "her thoughts are my own 
voice"
i don't listen, drown her out with nonsense just as loud
cause I'm potato, on a ship that never hits the ground
all zipped up but there's 1 or 2 thing left to loose
you always said that it's okay cause I'm not missing out
still climbing up the ordinary everything that common 
sense said,
"I have never been so goddamned proud."