got myself a mission   i'm going to find heaven   i made crepe paper wings   i think they'll carry me well      i left you a love poem   the best i have written   my favorite words    were the ones i couldn't spell      they say i'm a lunatic   they say i'm a fool of it   i say that it's worth dreaming   just for the dream of it      it's all about passion   it's all about preception   don't call me on my cell phone   cause there ain't no reception    when i'm gone      when i'm gone      i think i'm growing feathers   but i'm not sure of it   because i started getting dizzy    about a hundred feet up      i made friends with the clouds   i made friends with the birds   if you as a goose a question    he never shuts up      honestly i miss you   and i hope that you're missing me   cause i could use your lips on me   and a little of drammamine      for the moment i could see   way better than i've ever seen   don't sell my stuff on ebay   because i might be back   before i'm gone      before i'm gone      i'm not the kind of man   who's into looking downwards   i've drank my share of pity   from the bartenders cup      there's so many people   wondering whats the right direction   as far as i'm concerned    there's only one way up      and my fingers they are blisters   and my eyes they are bullet holes   my heart is still beating   guess i'm pretty lucky      pretty lucky      pretty lucky      pretty lucky      (when i'm gone)   pretty lucky         (when i'm gone)   pretty lucky         (when i'm gone)   pretty lucky         (when i'm gone)   pretty lucky