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.