The metal in my nose stings Can I recommend a nose ring? I wonder when I'll know things I wonder when a cover up is actually a cover up of my mistake The feeling of the window seat The feeling looking off the edge of the wing I'm looking at the stratus clouds But I'm never really looking down How come they're always looking down? How come they're always looking down on me? I might've hid behind it Could've been a hippie summer but I got cold feet We hid 'em under our tongue What is god's better side? Are you on my side? Are you even on my side? Are you even on my side? And why? Does part of this feel like death? I know that you are the best I know I can look deep inside And why? Whenever I have the chance I sell a little bit of my soul I'm never ever getting old I'm never ever getting old