This morning my best friend came home
and told me everything has changed
he's not the same
and nothing is for sure you know
except the day you go to hell
and the turning hands of time

Maybe I should
ask the sky to
suck me up one day
I'd make friends with the
birds and planes
I'd be no more alone up there
than I am down here

Miss the days when I could sleep forever
An infant, I did not know any better
nothing is for sure you know
except the day you go to hell
and the turning hands of time

Maybe I should
ask the sky to
suck me up one day
I'd make friends with the
birds and planes
I'd be no more alone up there
than I am down here