I start to walk without a clue where I'll end up
Staring upwards and falling backwards to the ground
The floor above my head that squeaks with every step
Reminds me that I'm not home alone, I should get used to it
We made our sleeping quarters out of concrete

If it's too late, then it's too late
I removed the glass to find some space
We need control, We need control
We just need something to hold on to

So take these words for granted I know you wanted to
Fake that smile and laugh nervously and ignore what's in front of you
Well I never used to be so fragile
So keep your eyes off me while
I'm taking the time to try and love you

We'll break the bank
We'll tip the scales
The lion's den
The spider's web

But your voice is mine
To follow this brilliant find

And if it's up for debate and you're willing to call
Was I ever even making a difference at all?


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