She only knows me when she doesn't know herself
When she can't find her senses then she knows me well
She only wants me when she can't find someone else
When she's staring out a bottle and remembers nothing else

I think I better slow down
Can you image that?
I think I better hold back

My breath's defenestration doesn't even make a sound
As words hurry off my lips just to scurry to the ground
It's like leftovers skin & wet, so stale & dry
I should've known what was wrong when I dove into those eyes

I think I'll be more careful now- Can you imagine that?
I think I know control somehow- Tomorrow I'll be back down

I live on fantasy I feed off dreams
But if you look at what is real that's not as strange as it seems
I wait in limbo for another perfect fall
Well, slowing down & holding back never taught me anything at all

I think I know better now- Can you imagine that?
I thought I had control somehow- Tomorrow I'll be back down