The Envy (The Small Things)

I felt the bottom and that's how I imagine the top to feel: empty I felt the envy burn holes into your right ear, wait till fullness feels: heavy For if I cast away, all the small things that I chased, would they come back Somewhere in my side-split I fight opposites, presenting perfect life, to me Parting the Red Sea, all I ask is in the direction I tread, will you follow me For if I cast away, all the small things that I chased, would they come back For if I cast away, all the small things in exchange for some lesser mean Would you think less of me For if I did exchange, all the small things for the stage, there'd be less of me