I'd be better off if I could understand the vacancy between
Where I'm going, where you live
And where my soul's supposed to be
Do I take your touch for granted
Now that I know I am not the seeker
Hell, I'll never make the Palisades
And you won't either
If I wait, where will I land
A down robin, my wings in your hand
But still I keep shaking in
The fire of the night
You started wars inside the corners of my chest
The vicious look inside your eyes
When you lit my skin like a match
But I would never treat me in the way you did
After the confession
Hell, I'll never make it your age
Learned your lesson
If I wait, where will I land
A down robin, my wings in your hand
I keep shaking in
So I just breathe, breathe you all in
Like I'm starving for your oxygen
But goddammit, you know that you're just too good for my show
And I'm scared 'cause I know that I am
Still not ready to do it alone
