Good News Combat

It's an entirely different kind of flying altogether
It’s an entirely different kind of flying

I can't wait 'till I get home again so I can lay in bed for hours
And hours
Now I’m fucked up and alone again
I need you here to fill this abyss

I'm getting tired of acting
'Cause I'm always acting out
Something about this house
Is that every time it seems to bum me out

This room's bigger when I know that you're not here
It doesn't mean that I don't like it a little cramped
’Cause I come over if you’re trapped in a corner
The only thing I wanna touch is your right hand

It feels better better when we're together
But sometimes I feel like I can’t stand the thought
A future without together forever
I think I think too much but hey it's just a thought

Feels like everything's alright
Just sit right back and watch your house catch fire