Flyen

Open up, it's the goddamn police Caught you in a rush To you it's just a crutch, but I was flying I said, "Where'd you get this from?" And I knew I said too much when you went silent ('cause you went cold) And you and I went down to raise the flag 'Cause I was down to drive if you drove back (oh-oh-oh) Yeah, you and I and us and now and all of that and everything And that is when I noticed that your shaky hands, and I was glancing And I hope that I'm wrong about this Why are your arms red? And I make molehills out of mountains But let's not talk about it 'Cause this room's far too crowded You caught me in a rut And simply, I had nothing for it That's the thing with us We plant our trees in empty forests (flyin') And simply put, it might destroy us Simple things we've lacked enjoyment As I fall backwards, I I tell myself I'm moving forwards Even the way I say I love you Just annoys you, make a choice 'Cause it's you and I and us and them And all of that and everything And that is when I noticed that your shaky hands, and I was glancing And I hope that I'm wrong about this I prayed to God about it I made a song about it I hope, I hope that I am wrong about this So why, oh why, are your arms still around me? I still tend to make molehills out of mountains So let's not talk about it 'Cause this room's far too crowded (it's so full) Yeah, let's not talk about it 'Cause this room's far too crowded (it's so full) Yeah, this room's far too-