I never thought at 26 years old
I'd feel alone. Like a drone.
I'm at an age where everyone.
Around me has a home, kids of their own.
Up and down, these planes are my crown.
I feel like coming down.
Feeling bound.
Safe and sound.
I guess it's happening.
My frozen mind has been melting down (the peak of expectation)
Spending every minute contemplating why I'm someone I'm not.
Up and down, these planes are my crown.
I feel like coming down.
Feeling bound.
Safe and sound.
How much more evidence do I want
To the stop over thinking
(Surely something that I'm missing here
When I find out it'll be so clear)
Await the sobering
Up and down, these planes are my crown.
I feel like coming down.