You're not the first girl To draw her fears on her arms In hopes to capture All the memories that hunted you down You can sew your lips shut With your heart strings Cause God knows that you don't need them to hold yourself together
But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height I know I should have never held you up This high, this high
You're not the first girl To cut her fears in her arms Then let them trickle down Past memories to pools in your hands You can hang yourself with your heartstrings Cause I know you wont use them to hold yourself up anymore
But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height I know I should have never held you up This high, this high
Pull the needle from the back of my wings Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture From my picture
And I will fall to the floor But you have to pull yourself together
But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height I know I should have never held you up This high, this high