Sitting at an empty bar.
Alone to think about exactly who you are.
From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.
The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly,
from seven stories into traffic where Id die.
Be the first to fly

Waking up was not that hard.
It’s the sleep that kills you its the silence its the dark.
From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.

The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly,
from seven stories into traffic where Id die.
I can’t imagine there would be an after life.
A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel

The boy who needs some motivation
The boy who needs to clear his mind
The boy is full of aggravation
The boy who couldn’t fly so say goodbye

Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly,
from seven stories into traffic where Id die.
I can’t imagine there would be an after life.
A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel alive