Flying - FUKC

What exactly is the matter baby?

I don’t know, I’m just not feeling myself lately

Ain’t being dramatic, I don’t wish I was dead

Just wanna wake up but I can’t wait to go to bed

There’s a cartoon anvil wearing me down

Is there a doctor in the building who can see me now?

Float around like a bag in the wind

Knocking my bare semi-skin

And I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Tried a few things to cheer me up

Stared down the barrel of beer cans and coffee cups

Join the cult in Beverley hills

Stole all the divorcee’s prescription pills

Came out the other side covered in soot

Like glass in the mud, trampled underfoot

Some people need space, others need time

But I can turn myself around on a dime

And I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

And I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying

Yeah, baby I’m flying