I stand so many floors up

I don’t know exactly how high

Enough to end me If I fall

The window behind me is open

With every fibre I try not to

Acknowledge the gusting wind that calls

You’re not well are you?

I know its hard not to be really

I was just managing to stay afloat

The chorus shouting at me

Is making me doubt my grip

Can I stay on this ledge in hope?

I want to climb down but its interpretation

Feels like a defeat, a defeat I want to avoid

I ignore the wind and the words blown about