It Must Be Nice

It must be nice
You should feel grateful to have
Your own place to fall... into their arms

Dreaming through windows
Watching your hair grow
Isn't bad at all

It must be nice
You should feel grateful to have
Your own space to crawl, no matter how small

Even in darkness
Where positions useless
A dream is tall

Wasted an hour pacing
It's something after all
All this time, something restless
And ripping through us all

Ripping and shredding through us all