Low Ceiling

[Verse 1] Old mister fun is back Wonder where he's been hiding at Hanging round the edge Walls unfortified, inside No different, patchwork hack Toil away on an unlaid track Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide This time [Chorus 1] Finding ceilings low I'm too big or this room's too small Why's my ceiling another's floor [Verse 2] Past twisted, expected warp Attention span increasingly short Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high I've tried [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] And nobody can tell you It's a moment in time That defines and deforms you [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Bridge] Write me over, false reporter Can't you let me shine Write me over, false reporter Can't you let me shine [Chorus 2]