Fantasy Island (Flipped)

Long in tooth, olives and vermouth I dine like an aging pilot Where are they now, the money and the crowd? Must I really come back down? It's like I never was a kid, the big math just wasted youth on me Making impressions like I did Your friends never thought that much of me And now I want to fall into something else An origami plane to a distant island And I don't want to show you my feelings I don't want to force you to deal I just want to crash through the ceiling Before it gets too real All my life, compromise on wings of resignation Big grey eyes staring from the sky Am I humble enough now? I've always had something to hide My skinny arms, my evil intentions And back at school, hitting the fire alarms Desperately wanting attention Well, I was just a boy, out there on my own Wishing I could fly, Fantasy Island And I don't want to show you my feelings I don't want to bore you to death I just want to crash through the ceiling Get it off my chest It's like I never was a kid, the big math, it wasted youth on me Making impressions like I did Your friends never thought that much of me Well, I was just a boy, out there on my own Wishing I could fly, Fantasy Island And I don't want to show you my feelings I don't want to force you to deal I just want to crash through the ceiling Before it gets too real (Oh) Before it gets too real (Oh) Before it gets too real (Oh) Real (Oh) Real