You may say that I am alive
But I'm just breathing
And you say that I will be fine

But I'm dead when I'm leaving

Cause fine doesn't mean all the finer things

Fine doesn't mean living at all
Whether I eat or I sleep if you're there walking with me
Watch your world fall apart


And these letters on my hand they might fade when I get old
They work to remind me

And I try to let it go but this rhythm on hold
But your face finds me