I'm so scared of falling flat on my face
with no carbon bubbles left to hold me up...

My favourite nights are the ones where there are...
And maybe it's 'cause you don't love me anyway...

We always said we'd write the ocean
her very own love songs...

The movie theatre taste
is dangling from your lips...

You're feelin' sick, 'cause
your stomach is sprawled all over thin ice...

It's nice to know you're always there
(until I don't feel you anymore...

She died last night
on the bathroom floor...

Tisket,
tasket...

It's nothing
really...

Roses are red,
carnations, sweet pink...

Senses fade
into the white of the softness...

Fall out.
Fall through...