You're not the first girl
To dry her fears on her arms
In hopes to capture
All the memories that hunted you downYou can sew your lips shut
With your heart strings
'Cause God knows you don't need them
To hold yourself togetherBut don't look down because I don't know
Falling is fatal from this height, I know
I should've never helped you up
This high, this highYou're not the first girl
To cut her fears in her arms
Then let them trickle down
Past memories to pools in your handsYou can hang yourself
With your heartstrings
'Cause I know you won't use them
To hold yourself up anymoreBut don't look down because I don't know
Falling is fatal from this height, I know
I should've never helped you up
This high, this highPull the needle from the back of my veins
Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture
From my pictureAnd I will fall to the floor
But you have to pull yourself togetherBut don't look down because I don't know
Falling is fatal from this height, I know
I should've never helped you up
This high, this high, this high, this high