If I Could Fly

If I could fly
I’d take you up and down
In the sky
In clouds and no where crowded
I’d do these things for you
And then you cry, oh you cry
You tell me you’ll be fine
But you’re not fine, not fine
Oh
Pick me up that dad, he won’t let me out
Took my keys, my card, my phone, my friend’s fake ID
And then I’d pick you up
Then we fly, you drive
The car that you wrote off
Still sits there
Roadside
Roadside
We were always a whirlpool of emotion
Maybe we are a stone cold delusion
We were always a whirlpool of emotion
(we were always)
(we were always)
Maybe we are a stone cold delusion
I tried, I flew
And broke my wings for you and
Cleaned your shoes
And did what you asked me to
I’d do these things for you
And then you cry, oh you cry
You tell me you’ll be fine
But you’re not fine, not fine
No
We were always a whirlpool of emotion
(we were always)
(we were always)
Maybe we are a stone cold delusion
(we were always)
(we were always)
We were always a whirlpool of emotion
(we were always)
(we were always)
Maybe we are a stone cold delusion
(we were always)
(we were always)
We were always a whirlpool of emotion (we were always)
Maybe we are a stone cold delusion (we were always)
I’d do these things for you
I’d do these things for you