How long could i fly before i fall
How much time till the clock strikes twelve
How many steps till i hit the cliff
How many more times can i save myself

I wish i was a bird with light lead wings
Because i work so hard to fly and i know
I know
If i give way for a second
Even a second
Id fall

Would it be bad too?
After a drink or two the ground has never looked so soft
The concrete like bouncing rubber
Would i bounce

Another bottle pushes me off
Now i know what its like to fly

I hit
I hurt
I will not die

No matter how much i try