Flying High

Life in flashes

I’m in pieces

You’re sorry

You’re sorry

The final straw

You carry on

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Talking to you I know I’m stalling

Bound by desire, freed from leaving

I’ll dance alone until I make it

I make it through

Lift me down

Drag me up

It’s a mad world outside

Walking on the street

6 am in the morning, I’m alive

Riding on the feels

Can’t take me off my heels

I’m flying high

Typed and unsent

Guess it’s not the end of story

Phone’s lighting up, I know you’re stalking

Acting defiant, no one’s buying

I’ll dance alone until I make it

I make it through