Tell about the last time someone said you were better off dead,
or about that kiss that went too far,
when you were a child and how the sunlight doesn't feel like it use to against your skin,
tell me how you prayed to the ocean to take you

Tell me about the last person to break your heart,
and how they slaughtered every delicate flower in the meadow of your mind,
tell me about how they'll be the last person to break your heart

and how tsunamis fall from sky,
like rain,
every time you hear that name

and how you didn't know you could fall in love
with the space between stars.