I know tomorrow's not today

I'm on my knees but not to pray

I feel what's real just slip away

I hope you like my, I hope you love my

I hope you see my private public breakdown.

The secret service

I make them nervous.

I watch the traffic passing by

I'm pretty sure that I can fly

Over the trees, but twice as high

My strange behavior, I gotta let give

'cause I'm the savior resurrected.

I don't need meds to tie me down

Or squads of feds to stand around

'cause I love floating off the ground

So welcome to my, I hope you like my

I think I love my private public breakdown.

And I assure you

That given time

I can cure you.