Backstreets

Wake up
Every day I'm feeling like we're gonna make up
I just kinda wish we went our separate ways
Our way of being okay is made up
I've made up
My mind
Feeling like I'm gonna lose my mind
Tryna get off the ground without flyin'
My wings are stretched
But I don't know my own kind

High
So high
So high
My feet just don't know why
Know Why
Know Why

Can't fly
Can't fly
Can't fly

And I don't know why
But I know the sky
Is oh so kind
And will be there when you

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy

Dreaming used to be quite alright
Feeling what a wonderful state
I needa get a couple things straight
Feed into the troubles and hateful people
Really what's the fun in this pain

I'm
Too blind to see what's mine
Too fine of print to find
The writer's who you make it we're just running out of

Time
Who's side is it on but mine
People like it when I'm not alright

I try my best
But I'm just too scared of time

High
So high
So high
My feet just don't know why
Know Why
Know Why

Can't fly
Can't fly
Can't fly

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy

Catch me
Going 80 miles an hour on a backstreet
It's gone be a while for anyone to get past me
Running from the last thing I need to be happy
So happy



Credits
Writer(s): Dmitry Jones
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