My problem is I love easy

I am a runner walking
I would sing but I choose to whisper
Cause my ears are flooded with nothings
And my lungs only expell failure

I am a swimmer sinking
I lose the race before it even starts
I get nauseous in the city
And the country breaks my heart

I remember every step I take
But the feeling's never quite the same
My windows are all blocked by trees
And I expect all the blame

Flying hands stick out of cars
On the highways and boulevards
Looking for a dream to catch
Or the right angle for lift-off

I am a painter writing
I get lost in every picture
Waldo disappearing
Between the ink and the piece of paper

I am a doctor with the flu
And I write so much better when I'm sick
I should know but I don't have a clue
Why these walls are so damn thick

You can be everything
An old man smiling
A bird flying across the sea
You'll know exactly who I'll be

Flying hands stick out of cars
On the highways and boulevards
Looking for a dream to catch
Or the right angle for lift-off

The flame is low but the fire grows in this city
I'm half his size so I smile silently
These shoes have holes so I walk accordingly
This life is crap so I live accordingly