I've been here for seven months
Or maybe it's just been a week
Nothing here to tell the time
Nothing here to see but me

And every time I break the glass
Bad luck follows me round the place
I know I should face myself
But I don't really like my face

(Know I should learn to get along but)

I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind)

Maybe I went out too far
Or maybe I'm not far enough
I don't think I have a choice
So, what's the point in being tough

I lay back into the grass
Just waiting for the sun to burst
That shit's gonna fuck me up
If I don't fuck myself up first

(No way there's nothing going wrong so)

I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind)

Behind the times
Or I'm so far in the future
That I'm running rings around you anyway

I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind)

I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my)
I get high away
Fly away
Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind)

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Writer(s): Ajay Bhattacharyya, Caleb Nott, Georgia Nott