After so long,
Skipping to the same tune,
Singing the same song
I knew it wouldn't be long
Before I fell down again

Face down there's no turn around
You can't always get up on your own
Sometimes all it takes is a home phone
Realizing a friend for the first time
I've got so much on my mind
As I'm getting ready to fly

There were good times
Oh there were great times
But they were all on eggshells
In the back of my anarchic mind
Waiting to fall down again

Face up you're in a sticky rut
You don't always have decent luck
Sometimes all it takes is an anti-schmuck
Realizing a friend for the first time
I've got so much on my mind
As I'm getting ready to fly

She had so much I gave her
And I don't mean to brag here
But I practically remade her
Built her stronger, faster, not better
Then let her throw me down

Face down there's no turn around
You can't always cry and be found
Sometimes all you need is solid ground
Realizing a friend for the first time
I've got so much on my mind
As I'm getting ready to fly

When she tossed me aside
I can't say I saw it coming
But I had already buffered for it
I will heal even the deepest cuts
I get from falling down again and again

Face up you're in a sticky rut
You shouldn't always hide your cuts
Sometimes all it takes is a stroke of luck
Realizing a friend for the first time
I've got so much on my mind
As I'm getting ready to fly

Now she's out of my life
And yet it really is alright
Someone, for once, caught me
Before I even hit the ground
But I wasn't prepared to not fall down

Face down hovering above the ground
You never know when you'll be found
Or by who—just remember to turn around
Realizing a friend for the first time
I've got so much on my mind
As I'm getting ready to fly