Falling Down from Infinite Jest by Eliot Wilder

I try get up, I try stand up
I try to do the very best that I can
But still I'm falling down
I raise my hand high
I raise my voice up
Up into the holy stratosphere
But still I'm falling down
I lift myself up, I stretch my legs out
I take a run into a brutal wind
But still I'm falling down
I guess I am clumsy, I guess I am an clod
Every time I try to break on through
I go and blow my wad

I get my hopes up
I roll my dreams out
I try my best to be all hunky dory
But still I'm falling down
I drag myself out, I pour my guts out
I put on my the bestest that face I can
But still I'm falling down
I do my duty, I bust my buttons
And I all but blow off the top of my head
But still I'm falling down
I guess I am foolish, I guess I am a dope
I cling to thought things will get better
When there isn't any reason to hope

I do the best that I can
But I'm only the person I am
And the person I am
Is only trying to stand

You may not see me
I may not be here
But if I'm not why does it hurt
When I am falling down
I do my business, I have my say
I try to be as clear as clear as I can
But still I am falling down
I make my music, put out my records
And I do it with all sincerity
But still I am falling down
I may look stupid and I may seem naive
But if you look closer
Maybe you too will believe

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