Close to the Sun

They lie about the noise in New York it's so quiet here

Been thinking bout the ways that I hurt, my hands completely off the wheel

Swerving in my subconscious

Is anyone here?

I get a little bit nauseous

Bloody from biting my tongue

I flew too close to the sun

Looking through gaps in the trees

I swore that you were the one

Draining the air from my lungs

I didn't wanna believe

It was me

Across the country is fine

Speaking through power lines

I throw away what I write

In case it turns out I might

Mean the things that I'm venting

Genuinely pretending

Bloody from biting my tongue

I flew too close to the sun

Looking through gaps in the trees

I swore that you were the one

Draining the air from my lungs

I didn't wanna believe

It was me