We're on our own but we're not going to run

If we say these words,
it will be too late to take them back.
So we hold our breathe and fold our hands,
like paper planes (and we're going to crash)

Don't forget to breathe

Rip the wings from a butterfly

Since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who you are...

Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured

We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents

Don't look away
I need to know if this is real

It's under the skin, so we wilt like violets

The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step