Defeat

Help me not to fall out of the sky
I'm not ready or willing to die
It's not perfect but I love my life
I'm not sure that we were meant to fly

And you're in the seat next to me
Laughing at Sex in the City
I am trying not to breathe too fast
I can't help but to grip
The armrest on each side of me

I'm not ready to admit defeat
Defeat

It feels like I'm holding us
Up in the air but I have to trust
That I can let go, readjust
Watch TV and settle the dust

While you're in the seat next to me
Laughing at Sex in the City
I am trying not to breathe too fast
I can't help but to grip
The armrest on each side of me

I'm not ready to admit defeat
Defeat
Defeat
Defeat