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I’ve been trapped at the bottom of this well I say trapped but the rope that leads to freedom is never out of reach Never out of reach but I’ve never tried to reach for it It just hangs there waiting

I’m encumbered by all the things I can’t seem to let go of My arms can’t support the weight of both me and all the bullshit I keep Shackled to my soul But I’m no prisoner here These chains that bind me, were placed by no Stranger, but myself Tho some days I see my reflection in the water that surrounds me and don’t recognize the person staring back

Just like the rope, the key to these chains is never out of reach It’s kept the lint and spare change in my pocket company for quite some time Waiting for the day that I’d let it’s life have purpose Ive come to assume that since I’m fine without having any everything else is too Maybe one day Maybe one day I’ll let it spread it wings and set us both free from this dark place I’ve come to call home

The truth is... the truth is this is all I’ve ever known This is all I’ve ever been What’s the point of making it to the top when I always end up back at the bottom

Oh and by the way My name is Icarus Don’t worry I’ve already learned my lesson about what happens when you fly to close to the sun Oh and since we’re friends... You can call me pennywise And tho I don’t posses a single cent of sense I know with the right strain we can numb our pain we could all float down here

Why don’t you stay here with me You’ve come at just the right time A spot opened up not long ago Pay no mind to the stain on the wall My best friend left that behind to remind me there is a way out Some day I think I might go visit him Until then, I’ll keep these chains company Until I to am ready to leave my mark on this world

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