When the smoke clears. And the flashing lights and neon signs all disappear. It's like closing time and the sound of silence is all you hear. Cause everyone's gone. Trying to make sense. Maybe I got a little lost and got a little wreckless. Trying to piece it all together while I'm standing. In the middle of the wreckage. It's all I'm left with. Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it. Anything I could to get me higher. But when that high starts running out. What goes up must come down. Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground. Got a choice to choose. I should learn to win cause I sure as hell know how to lose. I spent most of my life caught inside a catch 22. Damned if I don't damned if I do. Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it. Anything I could to get me higher. But when that high starts running out. What goes up must come down. Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground. Well I keep asking. Why I keep crashing. Burning both ends of the night just trying to find it. Anything I could to get me higher. But when that high starts running out. What goes up must come down. Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground. Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground. Falling feels like flying til you hit the ground