Look at me I'm somewhere close to flying Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees Oh my stomach so tight I could make a rope and climb it Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees Someone told me I'm bad at trying Reading my looks through a little magazine Oh my mind is a milkshake dripping in cream Ego gets bruised like a broken nectarine Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying Won't my friends be so envious of me As the strength in my hands feel like broken rubber bands Victory sticks like the tongue up to your teeth To your teeth To your teeth To your teeth Look at me I'm somewhere close to flying Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees Oh my stomach so tight I could make a rope and climb it Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying Won't my friends be so envious of me As the strength in my hands feel like broken rubber bands Victory sticks like the tongue up to your teeth Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying Won't my friends be so envious of me As my stomach's so tight Stomach so tight Stomach so tight I could make the rope and climb it Limbs so light Limbs so light Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees