My blood my bones, my shakin’ brow, my eagerness, my urge to drown

Your apology my last resort, that pretty face

My tears distort, my hangtime my inevitable fall my everytime my eventually the writing on my wall

I’ve been trying to fly for a long long long time on a set of wings never felt like mine

Never will and never have and sooner or later all that’s left is hangtime

The pride before the fall

The moment before the ground rushes at you and you realize you haven’t been flying at all

The hangtime, the storm before the calm

The arrogance that makes you believe it was anything more than nothing at all

 It was nothing at all nothing at all

I remember the word that I wish you had said when I catch you in the corner of the eyes in the back of my head When I know that you’re looking at somebody else when I’m lying in bed, lying to myself

When I’m lying to myself and I start to think that I could be just like anybody else

I’ve been trying to fly for a long long long time on a set of wings never felt like mine

Never will and never have and sooner or later all that’s left is hangtime

The pride before the fall

The moment before the ground rushes at you and you realize you haven’t been flying at all

The hangtime the storm before the calm

The arrogance that makes you believe it was anything more than nothing at all

The hangtime the pride before the fall

The arrogance that lets you believe it was anything more than nothing

It’s the storm before the calm

The moment you realized for all your mistakes you never really learned anything at all