Crawling up a stone wall, wind blew

he flew into a freefall,

then he caught himself again, on the way down,

then disappeared behind a drainpipe.



What if I fell, fifteen stories

What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,

What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...



I imagine myself, living in the groove,

in and out and in between, I need some room to move,

but I know I'm to big to fit myself between,

footsteps and concrete.



What if I fell, fifteen stories

What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,

What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...

than mybe I could live through this.



But I'm afraid of falling, and being trapped underneath,

and it's crushing me, I can't shed my skin,

it's crushing me, and I'm slipping,

it's crushing me,

I can't shed my skin