The night was my tightrope act over the darkness
A performance, trying not to fall into the sky,
Stars blinding me with their mocking starkness.
Telling me my broken wings could never fly.

The day was me treading precariously trying not to drown.
Lungs being soothed with silver tears and oil colored blood,
Demons pulling me consistently down down down
My work not done, yet I washed away with the flood.

I covered myself in smiles, hiding the bruises I bore
Laughing, making friends, trying to compensate,
               But you need a pair of wings to soar  
               And don’t need water to suffocate.


and suddenly one day I found you,
then I was falling and drowning in you too.

i was never actually scared of heights
i was scared i would be tempted to jump

tell me im crazy
tell me im just jealous
tell me i dont deserve him
tell me hes not my type
tell me im not his type
tell me tell me
tell me anything
except for "you love him"

he didnt know
what it cost me
to say that to him

he took everything
but i think he gave some
in return

hes all i ever wanted
but i know i will never be
what he wants

my eyes stop at the crinkle
that is him

but his eyes graze over the tear
that is me

so together we pass the paper
that could be us

Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul
I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control
Silver bones and gold blood that make me up
You’re the metal that binds me together
My broken copper wings with tarnished feathers
An alchemist turning my lead heart into gold
Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul
I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control.

tired of being only the friend
tired of being not what he wants when he
is all i want
tired of trying to fly on wings that
dont seem to be here
tired, so **** tired, of always
coming in second

This is the story of a little girl
Who no longer loved herself
Despite trying again and again
But she was tired
(trying took a lot of energy, you know)

This is the story of a little girl
Who wanted so desperately to be wanted
She demanded others attention
But she never could get their love
(love is a hard thing to give, you know)

This is the story of a little girl
Who was exhausted, so very exhausted
Of always coming in last
That she gave up on first
(first was a hard thing to achieve, you know)

This is the story of a little girl
Who was so afraid of not capturing the moment
Not preserving that exact moment
That she forgot to live in it
(living is hard you know)

This is the story of a little girl
So afraid of the problems in front of her
That she never saw
Depression sneaking up behind her
(it strangled her, you know)