if i could go anywhere i would go    down where my soul is empty   so i wouldnt bare the weight of you      if i could be anything    i'd be a bird with wooden wings   i wouldn't fly    but i wouldn't break      chorus:   oh oh oh    its these little things   you are gone   and now i'm free   i can do anything       there's pretty flowers on the table   there is smoke coming out of my mouth   its blowing out   the window now            if i keep pushing them all away   i'll have nothing left to say   i'll be a blank, a blank page   but when depression   it gets in me   it's makes it so i can barely speak   and i can't say   hey come back please      x 2