Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
I would like to take a stage dive
But Newton writes my checks
Although I’m not afraid of heights
I’m afraid of falling out of contact
See, I have never caused a ripple
No one’s name to wave after me
[ ] death dresses up like a pebble
You know it’s going to scare the life out of me
So I cross my mind and hope I don’t fizzle
I cross my heart and hope to die
Sticking granite with my chisel
Like a bird carving up the sky
Yes, I would like to take stage dive
But I belong to gravity
So I offer you my ocean eyes
But I see you prefer my wax wings
You stand in line in a single file
You plummet to the ocean blue
You make your big splash and the world gets fatter
It’s because you’re so easy to chew
So cross your mind and hope you don’t freeze
Cross your heart and hope to die
Sinking like a stone in the sea
Open up your mouth and say: “Ah”