It's 2 am
and she's half a world away
probably listening to music
while dancing under her strung up lights -
she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to...
the only thing she cares to do,
is continue being herself

She and I stayed up
all through the night,
smoking and getting high -
while we lived out
our wildest dreams
not wanting to wake up

The blonde girl
with the tall black socks,
curled up on the couch -
pen and paper in hand,
with her imagination
running wild

There's a ghost in the woods
some say a girl who's drawn to the music,
and every now and again I'll follow her
into the deepest parts of the forest,

And I'll watch her as she moves
with all the help from the afterglow,
but maybe this time she'll hear me
and ask to dance through the snow,

You know how you wake up?
You swing your legs out of bed
and walk.
You don't look for the ground
to make sure the floor's there.
Because the floor's always there.
Until one day,
it's not.
And you swing your legs out
and instead of your feet hitting the floor,
you fall right through.
No warning
to let you brace yourself.
No signs
to let you know it's leaving.
It just
leaves.
And now, you're constantly checking the ground
as you walk to make sure
you don't fall again.
I never expected to fall right through
the way I did.
I used to wake up for you.
Now, i don't even know
how to get out of bed.