Can it fall?
Does it end?
Will it stop?
Won't you fall?
Why can't I?
How will we?
Why so many?

With you I'll be moving
through hell while stuck in
heaven

I write this through cold fingertips
Dipped in the blood of my heart
I see my own soul in the bathroom mirror
It's weird i can see myself so much clearer
So while i lie here alone
And stare deep into my phone,
Call out to me,
I'll reply with the cold dead truth

The cold dead oak tree
Roots itself inside my head
But i have never bled

I want to be in love
Falling deep into the
Bottomless ocean
Swimming deeper
Where I can breathe easier

I wanna stay in love
Feeling the butterflies
Deep in the bowels of my stomach
Because I always eat better
When you're around

I wanna experience heartbreak
That stabbing nuisance of knives
Where butterflies once resided
So I can say I lived as selfish as that seems

Deep in those woods
Behind any good house
Lie secrets worth exploring

Secret lovers
Secret adventures
Secret secrets
That stem from imagination
The kind we all love to find out

Evil demons
And beautiful damsels

Where you learned to master swordsmanship
Where you brought your first love
For a cheesy picnic on la Grande Jatte  
That we saw in art class once

Secrets are kept
In those woods out back

I call out
To a shallow cave
And in return
I get a shallow reply

I wanna feel the harsh
Salty breeze hit my legs
I wanna feel the crashing waves on my toes
while my heels are buried in the sand
I wanna fly high at sea level
humming along to the summer day
sounds