Is it okay to want something so bad,
You plan your day like you already have it?
Is it okay that I'm driving so fast,
From the fear I'll veer off too far from the path?
Is it okay? Am I still safe?
I'm scared because I'm standing here,
Upon the thinnest limb that I could climb,
Haven't once looked down for this whole time.
And now I realize
The gravity from up this high is
Pulling down on me, it's pulling down on me.
I can't bare to take a look in from outside,
And think that there might still be miles left to ride.
See, I thought that I could taste the finish line,
But I've got no idea if I'm ahead or way behind.
Is that okay? Am I still safe?
I'm scared because I'm standing there,
Upon the thinnest limb that I could climb,
Haven't once looked down for this whole time.
And now I realize
The gravity from up this high is
Pulling down on me,
Now I feel it pulling down
Now I feel it pulling down on me, pulling down on me
And now I realize
The gravity from up this high is
Pulling down on me, puliing down on me.
