Look at me, babe.
No. Really look at me.

Without that blank stare.
Without those bloodshot eyes.

Hear me with your whole head.
Listen now, with your whole heart.
You're hanging over the edge,
And this time, I can't pull you up.

We will go down together.

Oblivious to the sting of rushing cold air.
It's too dark to see.
We can only feel that familiar tingle deep in our stomachs.
Until suddenly
We hit th--