Things are never the way they come out In our wildest of dreams, And thus our eyes met across the room. A love in the sweetest of glances Indicate youth as the last adventure. Vertigo has never felt so sour. My stomach has never been so thick. Fever, fevered eyes, I'd rather die in your sheets. Resign yourselves to ripping hearts out by the roots! I can't feel my feet touching the ground Guess its always been in the blood And in my pathetic lungs It's what holds the days from the flood, But aren't we all hiding something holds the Days from the flood but aren't we all hiding? I've been clawing at these walls pretending our names will be Legible for our songs and our daughters. I'll always be here. I'm right here.