Sitting at an empty bar. Alone to think about exactly who you are. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city. The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. Be the first to fly Waking up was not that hard. It's the sleep that kills you its the silence its the dark. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city. The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. I can't imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel The boy who needs some motivation The boy who needs to clear his mind The boy is full of aggravation The boy who couldn't fly so say goodbye Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. I can't imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel alive