Verse I:
where are you running to?
can i follow you?
i don't want to see you make this move
all by yourself, baby i'm ready for ya
just grab my hand
we can take this jump together
you are the only thing that i'm seeing
when my eyes are dreaming
i'm ready for ya
Hook:
fate
Verse II:
i was told if i get high as a kite
that i might be a little flyer
i'm already orbitally higher
as a youngling, was never a crier
happiness has always been my desire
lying under stars talking to my designer
no word back, answers i lack
so now im floating through life
with a red balloon
purgatory i'll see you soon
my nightmares are coming to
so make some room for the lalazoom
i'm telling you now
ya better make some room
and what are friends til' the end.
just friday at 11:59 p.m.
but i don't care and yes i swear
to GOD on some money paper
everyone around me catching the vapors
you most certainly
will not be catching me later