Look at me
I'm somewhere close to flying
Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees
Oh my stomach so tight
I could make a rope and climb it
Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees

Someone told me I'm bad at trying
Reading my looks through a little magazine
Oh my mind is a milkshake dripping in cream
Ego gets bruised like a broken nectarine

Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying
Won't my friends be so envious of me
As the strength in my hands feel like broken rubber bands
Victory sticks like the tongue up to your teeth
To your teeth
To your teeth
To your teeth

Look at me
I'm somewhere close to flying
Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees
Oh my stomach so tight
I could make a rope and climb it
Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees
Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying
Won't my friends be so envious of me
As the strength in my hands feel like broken rubber bands
Victory sticks like the tongue up to your teeth

Lay me down I'm not too scared of dying
Won't my friends be so envious of me
As my stomach's so tight
Stomach so tight
Stomach so tight I could make the rope and climb it

Limbs so light
Limbs so light
Limbs so light I could ride a pack of bees