Sitting at an empty bar,
Don t wanna think about exactly who you are.

From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city,
The bottle s empty.

And tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly
From seven stories into
Traffic where I die.
Be the first to fly...

Waking up is not that harsh.
It s the sleep that kills that kills me,
It s the silence, it s the dark.

From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city,
The bottle s empty.

Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly,
From seven stories into
Traffic where I die.
I can t imagine there would be an afterlife,
A place where even fools like me
Who take their lives
Can feel...

The boy...
Who needs some motivation.
The boy...
Who needs to clear his mind.
The boy...
Is swallowed by aggravation.
The boy...
Who couldn t fly,
Say goodbye.

Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly,
From seven stories into
Traffic where I die.
I can t imagine there would be an afterlife,
A place where even fools like me
Who take their lives
To feel...
Alive