I think I need you to help me out of this
I always seem to make a mess
There's these holes in the sky
And you're pulling in your dreams
You always ask me where my mind goes
I don't dream, I guess my covers blown
The world seems to flimsy when you dance and sing for me, I grin
Delicate like the spear head rip off the edge of an arrow
I want to run, your form terrifies me breaking my bones to bits all the way down to the marrow
A subtle smile reminds me of your interest
I want your breath drawn out and reborn again