Float Away - The Greeting Committee

Glad it’s raining so I don’t have to go outside

And pretend I’m happy just to be alive

You know I hate dying.

I’ve only tried

So I cross my fingers and count to five

I call it weed.

You call it function

I hate these drugs but you love watching

Your reverie on display

You leave yourself and float away

And float away

My life don’t feel like mine these days I find these days

Stale rye, once an apples eye.

I’m losing sight I’m

Lost in my head

Haven’t felt this since

Listening to the 1975 while getting high

In somebody’s basement party

My life don’t feel like mine these days I find these days

Don’t pay no mind to my alarms

I’m down a fight, but up in arms

You’re so perfect until I need you

You might’ve been there, but I couldn’t see you

My life don’t feel like mine these days I find these days

Stale rye, once an apples eye.

I’m losing sight I’m

Don’t let me hang out on the wire

Sinking fast.

I’m sinking further

Treading water’s getting harder

Don’t let me fall another martyr

Don’t let me hang out on the wire

Sinking fast.

I’m sinking further

Treading water’s getting harder

Don’t let me fall another martyr