This is our teenage love.
If Falling Were a Sport I’d Still Take Second Place to You
I took a step outside my front door
Watched the trees fall down before me and the
Houses around shed tears for the sorrow
that has over taken the street signs and long car rides
This is our divergent intersection, where you break away
And butt heads with the coming dust storm
It blinds your path, sends you back to square one
So you can circle around again, this pointless endeavor
Has kept us around for far too long
You’ll always fall back into these arms
And cushion yourself between them and the saltwater crystals
Hanging from these eyelashes as you die
As you’re dead to me
A pure white oak coffin to match your skin
As it cascades down with the rest of your structure
To the bottom of the world
To the bottom of my world
This is where you lie, darling
This is where you lie to me
I took a step outside my front door
Watched the trees fall down before me and the
Houses around shed tears for the sorrow
that has over taken the street signs and long car rides
This is our divergent intersection, where you break away
And butt heads with the coming dust storm
It blinds your path, sends you back to square one
So you can circle around again, this pointless endeavor
Has kept us around for far too long
You’ll always fall back into these arms
And cushion yourself between them and the saltwater crystals
Hanging from these eyelashes as you die
As you’re dead to me
A pure white oak coffin to match your skin
As it cascades down with the rest of your structure
To the bottom of the world
To the bottom of my world
This is where you lie, darling
This is where you lie to me