Clouds

I've asked around and they said it's your turn

But what good's a knife, when you need to burn

And you suck it up well, but I know you're scared

It's a question of luck and just being prepared, they say

It's nothing but clouds

It's not gonna kill you

To tell the truth for once

You act so convinced you fool even yourself

Fueled by the fear of being left on the shelf

But I'm telling you now there's no light at the end