Sky High

Last time you saw me, my hands were tied Cuffed, to be specific. Couldn’t even wave goodbye And the paramedics buckled me up for the ride Stared at you through the window last time I looked in your eyes Served you margaritas, oh, banter was a B Least enough to get a number at the bottom of the receipt You said, let’s get another. I said, sure, you got fifty bucks And I live with my mom, so can you pick me up Glad you like that humor, glad you like the puns Glad I was of the age now where I could just meet someone Stick to the jokes, yeah, just stick to the laughing Was sick of being stuck in my head all those years overreacting But I guess I was wrong And they’re still going strong Usually I’m solid. Usually, oh, I’m fine The bandages still sticking, fixing what’s broken inside But you’ve seen me falling, telling you I want to die For you I was at my lowest. Wish you saw me sky-high My head needs a breather ‘cause what’s taking up Most of the oxygen is that time after we made love You looked me square in the eyes. Quote: You were “really, really happy” you found me Didn’t know what to do. Never had such a love around me So I self-destructed this whole thing we were trying to be First time you broke it off I spilled the beans on the anxiety Sat in my car next to the bank, told you ‘bout how I eat my pain I cried and you hugged me. Shit, I know I probably seemed insane And I faked like I was strong Forget what’s going on Going on, going on. On Usually I’m solid. Usually, oh, I’m fine The bandages still sticking, fixing what’s broken inside But you’ve seen me falling, telling you I want to die For you I was at my lowest. Wish you saw me sky-high And if you ever hear, oh, this I bet you’ll probably think Ain’t you supposed to be over me? I thought you saw the shrinks True, I loaded a gun, sat in my car, and listened to a sad song M83 ‘For The Kids,’ but that whole trip didn’t last long ‘Cause I cried for help, phone blew up, then you called me, too Scuffed my Chucks on your driveway stumbling through just to talk to you That was the Mariana Trench and by now I think I’m ready to be So much more than I’ve been, but with how I’ve been I know you’ll never agree And I guess maybe I’m still wrong But I’m feeling strong. Feeling strong, so what’s going on. On Usually I’m solid. Usually, oh, I’m fine The bandages still sticking, fixing what’s broken inside But you’ve seen me falling, telling you I want to die For you I was at my lowest. Wish you saw me sky-high