I have a passion for the little things

Id lift you up and keep your under my wings

Cause I understand you on a scientific level

We think alike, I know you’re not the devil

If you are then I am too

Or maybe we are, I swear I flew

I’ll make you wonder why these things happened to you

Always falling down, but it was never true

What’s another stab to our oh so many

It’s irrelevant to the shinning penny

I have a passion for the little things

Id lift you up and keep your under my wings

Cause I understand you on a scientific level

We think alike, I know you’re not the devil

If you are then I am too

Or maybe we are, I swear I flew

I wish I could save you from the trick

Hide you away, instead give them the kick

The anxiety builds and I see your pain

I think of it, but they are blinded by gain

Like when you over hear a conversation

Block the rest out, lost in concentration

I’d like to give my input

No one wants to see another get cut

I have a passion for the little things

Id lift you up and keep your under my wings

Cause I understand you on a scientific level

We think alike, I know you’re not the devil

If you are then I am too

Or maybe we are, I swear I flew

We are just a little fucked up

What would you expect from someone who’s been trumpet

In your head they are still fighting

In your head they are still frightening

You can’t grasp our qualia

Our pain stricken insomnia

Lights out and I still see the same images

See-through eye witnesses

Trigger words make us vulnerable

I know we are quite breakable

You might not notice we hide behind the scenes

Just know things are not always what they seem

Peer through ajar doors

Drink another, we watch you pour

I understand you

We are but passers through