my only friend is the moon

I'll pretend that I'm the mountains, would you promise me the trees Put my head above the clouds, now I can't breathe Tape these paper wings to me, and I'll fly right to the sun Crash and burn and pray to God, that morning comes My face burns red and blue It pains me to tell you the truth You'll be on your way home soon I'll be seeing you, seeing you, I'll be seeing you Memories in that lonely white room Satellites, strangers, and death too What's been eating you What's been eating you