Both of us falling. Breath like a secret, you held out of fear. Sweetheart, the lucky are tied to the ground. A wait - a time - alone - a doubt - a thought - a weight - I wrote - a vow - a shred - of truth - a lie - of sorts - without a word.... All over the summer, all fists undone and now just white knuckles. Fingers swollen, the rings wrapped around. And I swear to myself that I'm finally gonna be fair. We repeated through twice-jaded lips I do, I do, I do. I mislead you, but in my defense I've done it sincerely each time. I'm scared, that in my defense, I might need this more than you. I can't live without it. I can't doubt at all. I can't live without it.