A Few Small Bruises

Out here on the ledge I'm not far away from stepping off I finally picked out my cloud It's the one over there surrounded by all that air You reached out your hand And said "I understand" So why not come down? Well except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine Oh except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine Thank you for asking! I'm so glad we had this moment here alone I know they think I'm crazy But everything I am, is everything I was taught to be Except... As you read my words out loud Make me sound genius Make me sound special And mabye I'll come down...