It's nice to know you're always there
(until I don't feel you anymore)
and that I can draw infinity
in the palm of your hand,
just never let me drop.
(I'm so scared of trusting you)
Just because the world's at tilt
doesn't mean it's got no common sense.
The damn walls keep closing in
and I'm suffocating.
(So now's the part where I drag you down
with me.)
Sometimes I wonder if compassion
is fragile like bubbles.
The soap's drawn tight against the air
but there's nothing left
(to hold us up).
