Sometimes I feel there’s nothing I can do for you and me and what’s around us
I wait I brake I get the gas, I drive I pass the signs that say I’m ok, I’m ok

Repeatedly I beat myself, I cheat myself from all the good around
Constantly I compete I need a piece of someone else’s life

There’s no cure for me I need
Symptoms and sympathy
Pills for my pride
Oh I’m flying

Damn the man that made machines that cling to dreams and corner my subconcious
Will I get there, how I get there, I swear I swear I swear I swear

There’s no cure for me I need
Symptoms and sympathy
Pills for my pride
Oh I’m flying

I don’t go, go down easy
You must think I’m crazy
I don’t go, go down easy
You must think I’m crazy
I don’t go, go down easy
You must thing I’m crazy

There’s no cure for me I need
Symptoms and sympathy
Pills for my pride
Oh I’m flying