I lie so you lie, but I think we've lied too many times

Hit the ceiling of our sky

Why bother my other and call for another?

Oppostite side

I will freak out and come back, not gone far enough.

I know that I and you will sit as a picture

Gerber bottle is fixture, to the fit he was living

Was blown, captain of motherland, laughed on by brother's hand

Gotta make that hook-up to come through, you didn't know you got lied to

Hit the ceiling of the sky

You thought you could fly, but your wings are made of wax.

I cannot see you, you cannot see me

Cause you're high, you're too good of a person.