Miseryland Testo

I learned to fly so you, you ran to find the gun
to shoot me down before i got too high
'cause you couldn't stand, to stand alone in a long line
for your wild ride it requires two lost souls per seat
at least five foot five.

and i don't wanna go for a ride
down in miseryland
trapped with you by my side
down in miseryland
up in the air you wave two tickets
for utter amusement, you possess
an express pass to unhappiness
that makes you feel alive.

and i don't wanna go for a ride
down in miseryland
trapped with you by my side
down in miseryland

better hold on tight, hands inside the ride
and don't forget to breathe.

and i don't wanna go for a ride
down in miseryland
trapped with you by my side
down in miseryland

I learned to fly so you, but you are still shooting the sky...... still shooting.