I think my hand fits yours
I think your heart fits mine.
Quite disturbing really
how I can't seem to breathe
I heard a song that was about you
and all the chords they reminded
me of you
and Wilde said honey, my biography
is for you
and we laughed at his stupidity.
You broke every bone in my body
Round the back of the schoolyard
I wanted to be the first to leave.
I wanted to be the one with mo direction
I wanted to be the last one alive
and the first one to die.
I wanted so much more than flight
but all of a sudden my voice ran out
and I couldn't tell her to stop.