Pretty Buildings

People In Planes

I will dive into my sleep

And I dream of the pretty buildings.

Wonder what she's doing now

And whether she's still living.

Telegraph your points of view

And shepherd me from silence.

Sitting in this fit of rage,

I fall down from my pedestal.

I don't wanna feel this low again.

I ain't gonna steal your flame again.

I don't wanna feel...

'Cause you know it hurts like hell!

So come out of the closet

Let's talk about it

Cause you know it hurts like hell!

Flowers bloom in harmony

And mixtapes from the 60's.

Fueled by the LSD,

He looks into his future

I don't wanna feel this low again.

I ain't gonna steal your flame again.

I don't wanna feel...

Cause you know it hurts like hell

So come out of the closet

Let's talk about it

Cause you know it hurts like hell

Morning came and I was dead

Before I left for school

We paint the smiles onto our heads

And keep away from the animals.

And you know it hurts like hell

So when you reach the top

Just throw yourself off

And you know it hurts like hell

And that's you in a nutshell

That's you in a nutshell

And you know it hurts like hell

So come out of the closet

Let's talk about it

And you know it hurts like hell

And that's you in a nutshell

That's you in a nutshell