The Pulls

Gravity, it makes no sense to me But it pulls me, just like you do The higher I am, the harder into ground I will slam It will kill me, it’ll be messy Here I am, planted on the ground and waiting, waiting for it to pull me If my logic isn’t sound, what’s keeping our feet on the ground? An equation, or special occasion Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be up in the clouds But I’d worry, about coming down Here we are, feeling worlds apart, yet sharing, the pull of gravity Is it wrong, is it wrong, to be pulled along, by a song By now, I should have it all figured out But you’ve pulled my outer space apart If gravity is embrace, and time the love we chase Well my darling, you must be a star Here I am, a meteoric stance as I give in, into the pulls