I get kinda angry at the sky For making everything that I love die I've gotten so bored of asking why I'm still learning how to survive No I shouldn't take it out on you And you shouldn't take it out on me There's a lot that we don't know And there's a lot that we don't see And we'll never find out now And if we did it'd be too late These days get heavier I don't care about my fate I get kinda angry at the sky For making everything that I love die If I'm stuck on this ground for life Then what good does it do if angels fly In the midst of the mystery I still wonder if you miss me And through all of the chaos I still know what my name is And in between all the questions I found a nice little home Where I have a few answers That I made on my own It'll never make sense to me but I don't think that I want it to If I could make sense of losing everything I'd curse the truth And no shiny door will open up sitting on a cloud I'll lay down in the dirt until my soul's ripped out I get kinda angry at the sky For making everything that I love die If I'm stuck on this ground for life Then what good does it do if angels fly