Simple Things by Blyss

When will the fire engines stop
running round my brain
Putting out the flames
driving me insane

When will the helicopters yield
circling round my head
Calling out my pain
Filling me with dread

It's just the simple things
that trip me up
falling out of touch
It's just the simple things
I can't make up
running out of luck
The harder I try to realize
there's problems I can't face
Don't you understand
I walk around, in disgrace

Call off the fighter jets
they're targeting the wrong places
Send out the band
they're doing what they can

-Steven Whitcomb

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