Addicted to Flying

My phone rang last night
and I was reminded
of what my voice sounds like.
All I wanna do is write,
it makes me feel like I can fly.

I'm a party girl, yes I am,
but lately I've felt disconnected
from my friends.
I haven't even contacted my fam.
No one is on the same plane
as I am.

I have gone too far
to see the clouds.
I'm sober now,
I was chasing wine with whiskey.
I told a good boy he couldn't ever tempt me.
He didn't quite get me,
til he reached in to hug me,
looked in the mirror behind me,
and saw I had no reflection.

This isn't a time for self reflecting.
I can only carry shallow relationships.
Offer me anything else, and I will dodge that shit.
Love isn't what I'm trying to win.
I'm on a selfish mission.
What the hell would I look like
with a ring on my finger,
and a heart that feels nothing?

Stupid, that's what.

All we can do
is try, pray, and wait.
Obsessing doesn't guarantee change,
it'll only drive you insane.

I'm insane, I'm insane
look at what I'm doing to my brain.
The last time I slept wasn't because I
laid myself down to sleep,
my body shut down
cause I was over working.

I might be overexerting,
but I'm so over
crying over hurting.
That life is so not worth ME.
I'm not gonna drive myself crazy.
My insanity comes from
an addiction to flying.

Lately, I've felt disconnected
from my friends and I
haven't contacted my fam.
No one is on the same plane
as I am.

No one.