Rooftop Brawl

	There was a rooftop brawl, and I twisted my own arm.
	I had been working in the mirror on my charm.
	And in the silence, I started laughing again.
	I saw the stars.
	I didn't care.
	There was a crowd below with their faces to the sky.
	They seemed so curious, but I could not tell you why.
	I started floating just like the ocean.
	Everyone screaming, nobody there.
	There was a sidewalk wake, I had stitches in my side.
	I had been looking with a flashlight for my pride.
	I heard the sirens, and they were crying.
	Everyone flying scared.
	I got a number written down on the back of my hand, but I can't read it.
	I got a notice in my pocket that I don't understand.
	I think I need it.
	I got a watch on my wrist, but it just won't tick.
	I don't know.
	I got a key that I swallowed, yeah its part of the trick.
	I gotta go.
	And if the sun comes up, it will still be a surprise.
	I will be statue still, rubbing both my eyes.
	The bells are ringing, the bees are stinging, and I am singing, "La da da da."