Humpty on theHigh Wall

[Verse 1] Cat on the windowsill, nose in the fan, Tail near the socket, paw on the hot pan. World says careful—the cat just grins, Burns through a lifetime learning where not to begin. We watch from the sofa, eyes on the flame, Running simulations in a head full of rain. We got ghosts of tomorrow walking through our spine, Whole little funerals staged ahead of time.

[Chorus] Nine lives for the cat, just one for the man, But a thousand little deaths in the back of the plan. I see the fall before I step off the wall, Bury that version—never live it at all. The cat loses a life when it touches the wire, I die in advance and step back from the fire.

[Verse 2] Humpty on the high wall, laughing at the ground, Never met a warning he would keep around. Said, "I'm built for the weather—I'm not for the floor," Next thing you know he's a story with a nail in the door. We build little thrones out of ledges and brick, Call it a kingdom till the drop comes quick. Gravity waits like an old punchline, And the reel in the brain runs it right on time.

[Chorus] Nine lives for the cat, just one for the man, But a thousand little deaths in the back of the plan. I see the fall before I step off the wall, Bury that version—never live it at all. The cat loses a life when it touches the wire, I die in advance and step back from the fire.

[Verse 3] Curiosity's a loaded little light in the chest, Pulls every fool toward the lip of the nest. Cat gets burned, shakes off the flame, Comes back limping, still plays the same game. We get the hunger and the farther view, We can walk away from what we almost do. Every bad idea has a stage and a script, Every near-disaster can be quietly clipped.

[Chorus - Short] Nine lives for the cat, just one for the man, But a thousand little deaths keep my hands off the pan. I watch myself fall, then I cut that scene— Choose a different street, keep the pavement clean. I die in advance. I live in between.

[Bridge] Still some nights I tear up the film, Say to hell with distance—let the current take the helm. Lean out over edges I swore I'd refuse, Trade careful living for a bruising truth. Some lessons don't come on rewind- They write their names in the skin and the spine.

[Outro] So here's to the cat with its reckless heart, And the one-life wanderer playing both parts. Half of me climbing where the danger is high, Half of me watching from a safer sky. If I ever get Humpty, let it not be for show— Let it be for a love I was willing to know. Nine lives for the cat, just one for this soul, And a thousand little deaths that have kept me whole.