security check

cried in the cab through security check

put your toothpaste and my shoes in a separate box

little do they know about the monkeys in my head

i cried at the gate

about to the crowd

feeling your hands as they pat me down and

there is nothing safe

safe about me now

it's too soon

it's too soon

it's too soon to cry

no one jumps with their hands behind their backs

it's too soon

it's too soon

it's too soon to leave

i don't want

i don't want to be free

cried in the plane

fastened to my seat

falling as we rise 37

000 feet

said you wanted

i was lost in transition

there's no emergency plan for this kind of crash

just because i feel it doesn't mean that it's not there

it's too soon

it's too soon

it's too soon to cry

no one jumps with their hands behind their backs

in a second from heaven to pills

nothing

nothing

nothing sticks

twenty first century sick

am i rumoured

hope you really rumoured

i can't lie why

so don't forget

no don't forget

to leave your lights on