I can be a little quick to believe deadly lies
I've been repeating this cycle for about a hundred times
Fly by, like a speed dasher
I've been flinching through the helmet
I'm the ball catcher
Catching the wind where it should blow, there I'll go
Without thought to if this breeze is a temporary thing
I don't seem to notice
That the wind be making promises that it can't keep
And it's killing me
Fly by
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Tonight
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Cause you're never gonna make it home
Oh-oh
If you stop by every wind that blows
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
I can be a little cynical
Metaphorically hypothetical
I don't even know what that means
But it's what I think so I said it anyways
I used to hide my face
But now I look in the mirror way to much
Someone please help me
Fly by
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Tonight
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Cause you're never gonna make it home
Oh-oh
If you stop by every wind that blows
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
I'm tripping on my own feet
Tryna drive from the back seat
I don't know what I'm doing
Anymore, anymore
But I'm tired of striving
All the search with no findings
So I'll put it all back behind me
Slam the door, slam the door and
Fly by
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Tonight
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Cause you're never gonna make it home
Oh-oh
If you stop by every wind that blows
Oh-oh
Fly by
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Tonight
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Cause you're never gonna make it home
Oh-oh
If you stop by every wind that blows
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah