Jump.

I can jump.
I know that I can.
but... I can't look down.
The edge of this cliff is like the edge of the world.
It's dark... I can't see.
Even if I did look, there would be no comfort.

I'm getting pushed in all directions.
pushed.
pushed.
pushed.

I need a running start.
I need baby steps.

I need a remote control.
FAST FORWARD.
REWIND.
PAUSE.
PLAY.
STOP.
STOP.
STOP.

These balloons aren't going to take me to heaven.
These balloons won't let me go to hell though.

My best friend is a balloon.
My parents are balloons, but sometimes they pop.
My art is a balloon.
This outlet right here is a balloon.
Keeping me above the surface, but on the ground.

And now the ground is shaking.
Shaking, shaking, shaking.
I am trembling.

Where are you now.
I used to have this hot air balloon...
Then I guess he ran out of gas.
He ran out of gas.
Ass...

And so I stand on the edge.
Balloons in hand.
And he says I'll fly.
She says I'll fall.
Some say I'll just float, mid-air.
And personally...
I think I'll dissaperate.
Disappear.
Step forward and turn.

Jump.

I just need to jump.
What have I got to lose?

Funny. Just about... EVERYTHING.


Jump.
Jump.
Jump.