Above the city, above my grave,

from a rooftop looking down.

I've been asleep for four years

but I'm waking up.



And if you'd found me dead on your floor

with a stomach full of pills

it wouldn't have made a difference anyway,

cause I'm on the edge.



And if you told me it would stay this way

I'd take two steps to send me

anywhere but this place. A fall to the earth.

Two steps could send me anywhere but this place,

and fuck what you think you know about me.



And I feel like running. Like running away.

Does everybody here have a bone to pick with me?

I feel like running. Like running away.

Does everybody here have a bone to pick with me?



And if you told me it would stay this way

I'd take two steps to send me

anywhere but this place. A fall to the earth.

Two steps could send me anywhere but this place,

and fuck what you think you know about me.