You have to hold this
Like a treasure and let your lips be locks...

As the flowers we set out for you slowly wilt
I am filled with the strangest feeling of guilt...

How can we make today seem
Like just another day...

[Verse One]
Reach in my chest...

Thrashing on the cold floor
Turning, Thrashing, Clawing...

Flashback
As I shake and try to cling to the phone...

Let liquid regret form rivers across colorless...
Take away my breath...

Books scattered across long hallway
So far from my reach...

Hands stained with ink, as I desperately flip...
Searching for your face, so hard to find in this...

Electric pulses run through my chest
As they try to make my still heart...

\"That, that is genius,\" you say before...
\"My god you\'re beautiful,\" you...

A dull, gentle aching
Expectation now reality...