Flight

Flights:

Like a kid

Taking everything that he can

Telling himself it’s a plan

Or a way to be

And I think that time is like a brick on the gas

Just watching as the towns go past

Until it’s the big sleep

I’m not crazy I’m just sad

A little bit rosy a little be rad

I’ve been hiding under my bed

I’ve got fireworks over my head

And my heart is always breaking

And now I’m staying up too late every night

Just trying to defect from this mind

I can’t get away from me

And I find no solace in the comets

Or the graphic glow of my telephone

I’m not crazy I’m just sad

A little bit rosy a little be rad

I’ve been hiding under my bed

I’ve got fireworks over my head

And my heart is always breaking