stuck to the ground

You say you're doing what you wanna
I say
You're nothing but a coin glued to the ground
like the tricksters try to play you
And the faces float by real solemn,
thinking they're gonna pull away
but they never do
stuck they're gonna stay
like plaster, like plastic

And today is so the first day of you're life
you 're throwing away all the mundane
All it mundane its so monotonous
You're flying away so peaceful like a feather
no bird to tell you where to go or how to think
So unattached its what you what
so free, so scary