Cried in the cab through security check Put your toothpaste and my shoes in a separate box Little do they know about the monkeys in my head I cried at the gate, about to [?] Feeling your hands as they pat me down and There is nothing safe - safe about me now It's too soon It's too soon It's too soon to cry No one jumps with their hands behind their backs It's too soon It's too soon It's too soon to leave I don't want - I don't want to be free Cried in the plane, fastened to my seat Falling as we rise 37,000 feet Said you wanted [?] lost in transition There's no emergency plan for this kind of crash Just because I feel it doesn't mean that it's not there It's too soon It's too soon It's too soon to cry No one jumps with their hands behind their backs In a second from heaven to pills Nothing, nothing, nothing sticks Twentyfirst century sick Am I [?] [?] It's not over yet, not over yet To leave your lights on