Come down from the ceiling

Oh these pills were made for feeling

Oh so divine

I've got a lump in my throat

So I'll keep hold of hope

Oh yeah Oh yeah

I've got a lump in my throat

And it makes it hard to swallow

That's why we'll crawl

To walk for running

Oh

There's not so much more in store

That's why we'll never ever divide

I've got a lump in my throat

So I'll keep hold of hope

Oh yeah Oh yeah

I've got a lump in my throat

And it makes it hard to swallow

Telling me winning is now or never

Seems like nobody really cares

Because they're just killing my time

They're just killing my time

Don't you know they're

Just killing my time