but i think we've lied too many times
hit the ceiling of our sky
why bother my other and call for another?
i will freak out and come back
i know that i and you will sit as a picture
laughed on by brother's hand
gotta make that hook-up to come through
you didn't know you got lied to
hit the ceiling of the sky
you thought you could fly
but your wings are made of wax
you're too good of a person