this life is like one of those carnival rides, the ones that take you up and spin you around. I used to love them as a kid, but now they just make me feel sick, but for some reason there's a smile I can see sitting next to me that keeps me spining. god is one cruel son of a bitch, but fate held my hand as i climbed into the seat he'd prepared for me.
I'm spinning like a child in the middle of a field, I'm spinning like that night I got heatstroke and couldn't stand up, and I might be sick or dead or dreaming, but even in the dead of night, you keep me focused. you keep me sane.
I'm even dreaming of the girl on this ride next to me. I hope she's okay. I hope she's safe. I hope my smile means even half as much as hers does to me.