Swollen minds and "glass-half" hearts only serve to swerve apart. You and I are on the edge of a cliff.

When I look out, I can't comprehend
the height or depth, I'm disoriented, and
Thoughts of the descend did scare you,
Because every gulp of summer-scented air you
Breathe is filled with not just freedom, but terror too.
So, what are we supposed to do?

We can jump off together and safely fall apart.
And each can land in a different person's heart.
And end this relationship before it starts
...again.