if i could go anywhere i would go
down where my soul is empty
so i wouldnt bare the weight of youif i could be anything
i'd be a bird with wooden wings
i wouldn't fly
but i wouldn't breakchorus:
oh oh oh
its these little things
you are gone
and now i'm free
i can do anything
there's pretty flowers on the table
there is smoke coming out of my mouth
its blowing out
the window now
if i keep pushing them all away
i'll have nothing left to say
i'll be a blank, a blank page
but when depression
it gets in me
it's makes it so i can barely speak
and i can't say
hey come back please x 2
