Correct Me

Saturday night, I'm still running wild Still cleaning my wounds like an unloved child In the end, I don't wanna die I wasn't made for this life Saturday night, I'm a broken bird These terrible songs that I know you heard In the end, I don't wanna fly I wasn't made for the sky All these years, oh, they're passing me by Now I'm all out of time I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me Since that day that I tore off my wings And I learned how to dive I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me All these years, oh, they're passing me by Now I'm all out of time I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me Since that day that I tore off my wings And I learned how to dive I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me Correct me (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here (oh, no, oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here (oh, no, oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here (oh, no, oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here (oh, no, oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here (oh, no, oh, no) I think I'm dying here, I'm dying here Dying Dying (oh, no, oh, no) I'm dying Dying (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no) (Oh, no)