echoes lay in wait, silent, hoping for a signal
as she empties herself of fear and plunges headfirst
her denial is superfluous and growing
her hair grand and healthy, flowing
her eyes flicker, shifting nervously, they don't linger
but don't be fooled brown eyes, they saw you
she breathes and tries to digest what was said
with no avail, it sits uncomfortable inside her arched head
weighs heavy on a full and trembling chest
she lays in wait, hoping for some signal
drawing in the dusty night, quietly taming it with healthy lungs

no masks here, i'll ignite, i'm just a fucking fool
this mind is so clouded by reckless thoughts, echoes
always picking and picking apart, dragging upside
i never realised before. it's me, not them
so fucking self destructive, reclusive, inverted
so concerned with myself, i can't even see it for what it is
could have been something nice, even meager
it's such poor intent, it's funny climbing up is the best i get
so i keep dropping low, bracing myself to stand back up
this routine is driving me insane, i'm so close to breaking
this constant rise and fall is making me sick
i'm going to be sick

it's like learning a new language

i have a good feeling about this
just dwell and see how it plays out
let it tower up, swell and burst
before it begins to fade back out

if only you'd been a little more devious
held on tight a little bit longer
stuck around a couple more weeks
and you'd have had me round your finger
could have had anything you wanted
would have given you anything you wanted

you don't even try, and that's the hardest part
i'm so inadequate in comparison
all the signs are imminent, you aren't subtle
but so intriguing, so unaffected
mockery is outright deception, it's reeling
and you've only seen that one side, the rest is kept
it's holding, just waiting to curve around your edge
i like everything that i've seen, i like you best

now i'm going to tunnel out
become drowned by sunlight
if only to be breathless
if only to suffocate

now it might be when i'm thinking of you, you're thinking of me
you're not as opaque as you had once seemed

i will die young
i will die young
i will die young
i will die young

if you could only
if you could leave
if you could only be mine
if you could leave
i need someone
i need someone

thats why i wrote you those short letters
'cause i really thought i was going to die
and i didn't want to leave it, to leave you
without that one pathetic empty goodbye
but i'm here now, i didn't get stuck there
and there is no sense grappling with the past
lets make these last few months outstanding
because baby, these few months are my last