Ribbons - Ingrid Michaelson

I’m sitting pretty, and I don’t know why

I found somebody, said he’d make me fly

Wrapped me up in ribbons, then he left me to die

Wrapped me up in ribbons, then he left me to die

Told me he’d hold me till there was no more

Told me that he’d love me from the top to the floor

Wrapped me up in ribbons, then he went for the door

Wrapped me up in ribbons, then he went for the door

And all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

And all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

'Cause I’m not flying, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, so damn high in the sky

I’m not flying, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, am I?

You look so pretty in the dark of night

But I’m getting wise in the early light

I can see you falling like a homemade kite

I can see you falling like a homemade kite

You put your Sunday best on for us all

Painting up a promise that you know will fall

Wrap me in your ribbons, tie me to the wall

Wrap me in your ribbons, tie me to the wall

And all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

Yeah, all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

'Cause I’m not flying, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, so damn high in the sky

I’m not flying, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, am I?

You walk on everybody, you walk on everyone

You walk right up, and you ask me to dance

You ask me to dance

You ask me to dance, then you walk away

And all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

And all the time he takes are the words that he breaks

No, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, so damn high

Oh, I’m not flying, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying

No, I’m not flying, am I?

I’m not flying, am I?