I'm on your side behind the frontlines

I'm still a mess and I guess I'm falling apart

When you have so much on your shoulders, it's really painful walking on knees

And for each and every step you're begging for strength to get up

But the weight just goes from one, two, four, eight, sixteens.

And it just seems so mean. So very mean.

I'm still filling gaps in my heart with smoke from a cigarette

So messed up when I can't help but keep breathin'

and realize that the smoke just stays and goes

Huffin', Puffin', Coughin'

What am I doin'

I'm still tired of the limitations I have from these wings

Been trying to find time to turn from wax to feathers

I just want to bring you closer to the sun.

Just want to see you look like you're having fun.

Sometimes, it just seems like I'm losing some of myself everyday. 

But after thinking about all these things; after smoking that cigarette, the wings made out of wax, and the weight on my shoulders all I can see is that

We're all slowly dying and I hope I'm still with you after I die.