I learned to fly   So you   You ran to find the gun   To shoot me down   Before    I got too high   'Cause you could not stand   To stand alone in the long line   For your wild ride - it requires   Two lost souls per seat   At least five foot five         Chorus:   --And I don't wanna' go   for a ride   Down to Miseryland   Trapped with you   By my side   Down in Miseryland         Up in the air you wave   Two tickets for my   utter amusement   You possess   an express pass to unhappiness   that makes you feel alive?         And I don't have a place any more   Down in Miseryland   Trapped with you forever more   Is not what I have planned   So take a seat   By yourself   And wait to fall a hundred stories         Better hold on tight   Hands in--side the ride   And don't for get to breathe         -And I don't wanna' go   for a ride   Down to Miseryland   Trapped with you   By my side   Down in misery   have a place any more   Down in misery   Down in Miseryland         I learned to fly   But you are still shooting the sky   Still shooting