You're not the first girl
To dry 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 dont need them to hold yourself together

But dont look down because I dont know

Falling is fatal from this height I know
I should've never helped 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 dont look down because I dont know

Falling is fatal from this height I know
I should've never helped you up
This high, this high


Pull the needle from the back of my veins
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 dont look down because I dont know

Falling is fatal from this height I know
I should've never helped you up
This high, this high


This high, this high