Flat back, we laid out on the floor
In the pitch black of the early morn'
Yes and hold this lightly things tend to erase
And sometimes it gets away from me
So I try my best to plant my feet
But it's getting harder to tell I'm even here
Think I'll go away for awhile
See if I bloom
But the ground keeps shifting underneath
So I try my best to let things be
Struck match lit our empty room
And the hot wax smelled like her perfume
She said breathe in easy there's no rush