One one six one two three

One one six one two three

One one six one two three

One one six one two three

I don’t wanna fall, I just wanna float,

I don’t want the end, I want less in my throat,

I don’t want my wife getting dressed in black,

I just want one night where the dark steps back.

So I keep chasing heaven in a chemical lift,

a borrowed pair of wings with a terrible grip,

and I know that the clouds make the damage look swift,

but there’s still a world underneath when the lights shift.

If I'm being real I don’t wanna die while im high, I just don’t wanna land cause the floor’s got memories but I feel like the sky understands that when I’m gone in the smoke I can almost breath but the second I’m sober the reminder comes to find me an I only love life when I’m leaving it slightly but bro if you’re feeling like me, One one six one two three

Don’t wanna make art out your ending just wanna bring an ending to the ache an let this song take the pain that your body shouldn’t take cause the thing about falling is it feels like flight till the ground starts calling with visions of your old life in all the rooms you escaped from chasing you through the doors you left wide open followed by all the people you love with their hands to the sky hoping.

And the wind feels holy when it’s rushing past almost like the world can’t touch you if you’re moving that fast but I promise the high don’t save you it just cuts off the straps and calls it wings while it’s stealing the laughs an I promise I ain’t preaching man trust me I've seen the dark and what it has cause its what I'm sat in bleeding rhythms about my past an Im definitely not healed or healthy but I’m somehow still here with it so if your chest feels rented by a pain you can’t evict

One one six one two three

I don’t wanna fall, I just wanna float,

I don’t want the end, I want less in my throat,

I don’t want my wife getting dressed in black,

I just want one night where the dark steps back.

So I keep chasing heaven in a chemical lift,

a borrowed pair of wings with a terrible grip,

and I know that the clouds make the damage look swift,

but there’s still a world underneath when the lights shift.

I mistook the high for a way out an the weed for a safe house, numb for peace till the silence got loud.

I been dancing on ledges like the ledge had rhythm an telling myself I’m free when I’m really just slipping cause the sky don’t judge and the stars don’t listen but the floor keeps every version of the pain I’m missing.

The thing about falling is the fear comes late first it feels like the fucker upstairs opened up the gate but then your stomach turns cold and your lungs lose faith an every old mistake starts screaming your name

I don’t wanna fall, I just wanna float,

I don’t want the end, I want less in my throat,

I don’t want my wife getting dressed in black,

I just want one night where the dark steps back.

So I keep chasing heaven in a chemical lift,

a borrowed pair of wings with a terrible grip,

and I know that the clouds make the damage look swift,

but there’s still a world underneath when the lights shift.

One one six one two three