Okay,
so some details may have been changed to protect the identities.
Otherwise, the events that follow are 100%
completely true.
I'm glad I found someone as messed up as I am.
It lets me get away with things.
Arguing with gobshites in loud rooms,
a crowded powder.
You met me at a strange time in my life.
It was almost always 6 a.m.
But you picked me up, dusted me off,
and blew me from your open palm into the stars.
There's someone out there
pulling at the strings.
You'll never forget me.
You met me down and out.
Cause it's not just dangerous,
the need to have wings.
They said we were deadbeats.
You met me down and out.
So it's just me,
you,
the man in the moon,
your white pony tattoo,
and 99 dead balloons.
Go *** the blue bags from the fridge.
Let's go up to the rooftop and scratch that itch.
She laughs and smiles as she says,
you're so different round your friends.
Guess this
is where the story ends.
We pulled the empty bags down on our heads,
tied the handles up
like bunny ears.
When each bag catches on the breeze and it takes us up,
up above the
rooftops and the shard shops.
We survey the sinking sea till the X's and the Y's all just
bruises on the map.
We're starting away,
escaping the day,
tearing holes in the clouds.
So all
of the people we let down,
down,
down, down,
pulling at the strings.
You'll never forget me.
You met me down and out.
Because it's not just dangerous,
the need to have wings.
beneath their wings
They said we were dead bees
you let me down and out
And I love this life too much
thank god it stays
you let me down,
you let me down,
you let me down and out
When I'm way up high, losing trust
thank god it stays you let me down,
you let me down,
you let me down and out