Capo on 1 () these days, i am used to strangers with no hello behind their eyes i cut my dreams from paper and i know my subway lines the last thing that i need is saving but i'm having trouble sleepin' feels like my skin is gonna tear i want to breathe even, but there's not enough air to give me the liftoff i'm craving so i'll remember this as i stretch my wings: for birds like me, every beat's a reckoning and i'll take a breath think i'm gaining ground but so did icarus before he came tearing down these days, smiling is a talent i may as well paint up a mask and label it "manhattan" and maybe then no one will ask i'm too scared to say that i'm tired 'cause i can get very high praises from friends in high places A but each time i say that i'm fine i know i'm the liar i've been told that lonely souls never make it past the threshold but i won't give in to the heaviness i deserve something to win so i'll remember this as i stretch my wings: for birds like me, every beat's a reckoning and i'll take a breath kicking off the ground oh brother icarus; i'll fly before coming down down, down