​death

The metal in my nose stings
So can I recommend a nose ring
I wonder when I’ll know things
I wonder when a cover up is actually a cover up

Of my mistake
The feeling of the window seat
The feeling looking off the edge of the wing
I'm looking at the stratus clouds
I’m never really looking down

How come they’re always looking down?
How come they’re always looking down on me?

I might’ve hid behind it
Could’ve been a hippie summer but I got cold feet

We hid em under our tongue
What is god’s better side
Are you on my side?
Are you even on my side?
Are you even on my side?

And why?
Does part of this feel like death?
I know that you are the best
I know I can look deep inside

And why?
Whenever I have the chance
I sell a little bit of my soul
I’m never ever getting old
I’m never ever getting old