Cried in the cab through security check
Put your toothpaste and my shoes in a separate box
Little do they know about the monkeys in my head
I cried at the gate, I bowed to the crowd
Feeling your hands as they pat me down and
There is nothing safe, safe about me now
No one jumps with their hands behind their backs
I don't want, I don't wanna be free
Cried in the plane, fastened to my seat
Falling as we rise thirty-seven-thousand feet
Said you wanted, that was lost in transition
There's no emergency plan for this kind of crash
Just because I feel it doesn't mean that it's not there
No one jumps with their hands behind their backs
In a second from heaven to pills
Nothing, nothing, nothing sticks
Twenty-first century sick
I can be in the room but I can't ride, mom
It's not over yet, not over yet