More Living To Do

Of course I cry on airplanes
The dams are breaking loose
Of course I'm scared of takeoffs
Send a text "I love you too"
Of course I'm scared they know my secrets in each crowded room
Of course I hide the scales
I pinch my skin that's nothing new
What else is there to do?
What else is there to do?
If I get to live let me do it well
Go easy on my heart
I've been through hell
When all that you know would fit in your hand
It falls through your fingers like grains of sand
When all that I've loved is all I understand
It's still true
I've got more living to do
More living to do
Of course I cry on birthdays
And dread each New Year's Eve
Of course I lose my mind grieving a year they'll never see
What else is there to do?
What else is there to do?
If I get to live let me do it well
Go easy on my heart
I've been through hell
When all that you know would fit in your hand
It falls through your fingers like grains of sand
When all that I've lost is all I understand
It's still true
I've got more living to do
More living to do
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh
Of course I fly on airplanes
And marvel at the clouds
Of course I eat dessert
I tell myself that I'm allowed
What else is there to do?
What else is there to do?