Flat World

I was in on the joke But it still went right over my head How do I manage to choke On every line that I've been fed? You say that this ain't your home As if I'm the shepherd who led You so far away from the trappings of comfort My outline on your bed You've been holding out hope And it's been holding out on you, too A century sewn with nothing to show But rosy cheeks a-turning blue Your message after the tone, a stone I sink through holes in my shoe You're tragedy-prone as if you'd never been shown The trick to life is just passing through Didn't know that I could be so young Am I the only one who's going backwards? Then again, I guess it's not the end To get accustomed to The view from a flat world