People have thrown red bullets aimed straight for your heart
and yet you still live with your head in the clouds but your body somehow
plastered on this earth.

Fire has flown out of my eyes and into yours, we have talked about this...
yet you still cling on to the idea as if it is your last hope before you fall apart.

You're acting as if all the rocks in the grand canyon cannot help
you pull yourself off the edge; all the rocks but one.

Little do you know,
*the one you are holding is the one most willing
to let go.