I just want to get drunk and release these feelings.
I want to fly up to the ceiling.
I wanna get gone and leave home.
I want to run away to the runway and take off and just get lost.
I have too many flaws so I’m leaving the floor.
In fact, I’m leaving all my baggage behind at the airport and I’m jetting off like an export.
I don’t care about reality.
My heart is yearning for a fantasy.
I want to swim in the sea of daydreams so I’m drowning in this alcohol because I don’t need this pain at all; I just want to be comfortable.
At least here I have nothing to lose at all I cannot fall; I cannot fail.
Before I was caught up in a perfect storm but now I am caught up in the rapture of love.
I’m in love with this new feeling there’s nothing better than this, it’s bliss.