Raining Icaruses

Now that you're thinking clearly,

Welcome back to the real world, Babe.

Grew up head in clouds trying to reach for ideologies and dreams

But our wings are made of wax, and melt from their dangerous gleams

Sucks, doesn't it?

We all have to deal with it.

Some people can't break their fall,

so they blow their brains out on their bedroom wall.

But the rest of us find ways to cope with the shit.

I write poetry, she plays drums, he uses some wit

He has his drugs, her accessorial friend - and I? well, I whine to no end -

Now you understand