In your hands i'm trying
In your hands i'm trying flight
I can't die
I'm flying in the cold breeze every night

Spare me all the strife
My desires never tire
But would it be much better if i died?

Petty highs get me by
But how much longer must i live with this disguise

Have you no direction?
I just sense pretentious signs
In your highs
I hear the same old stories every night