Head In A Cloud

Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be You bear your ideology so stoically That all that you can see, is inferiority Here I am, my head in a cloud Can抰 you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? I guess I抦 fool, cause I thought I could recognize The people who cared for me, I thought I could draw the line That surrounded my friends Oh I, I抦 not going to give up And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves It抯 tolerable company, given the means I won't waste my time crying If I抦 the last to understand The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance I抦 losing the faith that youth hold in longevity I guess that抯 the price for bartering naivety Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief I抦 not going to give up