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