Falling apart and you're falling again.

You're falling apart, now they're calling your name.

It's all falling apart, cause you Fucked with the grain.

And I know my Grandma won't remember your name.

You're falling apart, still just stalling the bend.

No you won't get the part in the City of Same.

So we're back to the start, I'm a featherless wren.

Now they're calling it art, no one's copping the blame.

Spinning round all up and down,

Are ya Forth & back?

Fallin' apart, back to crawling again.

Crawl back to me, why don't ya?

Ran right off the chart, inched close to the flame.

The flame, it came, stayed, left and then went away.

Been onboard Noah's Ark since you prayed for the rain.

Don't you dare pray for the rain again!

When you spoke to my heart, I got lost outta frame-frameframe-frame-frame

Spinning round all up and down,

Are ya Forth & back?

I've been crying on the plane again

While the girl beside me plays pretend

with her plastic orange life raft

floating up and down the arm rest

And every time it nears the gap

Swear it'll fall into my lap,

Wish it'd tumble from her grip, slowly tip and let it slip,

So that my cold trembling hand could try awkwardly retrieve it

From underneath the seat and -

as I'd place it back into her little fingers I would lean in -

Whisper softly in her ear,

Be more careful sweetheart and watch out dear!

I wish I'd been more careful.

I wish I was less trusting.

Some awful part of me wishes

I was raised to be suspicious

And assuming, all consuming.

To never

smile at strangers.

To

always turn away.

To colour-in only in shades of grey.

I let my life raft float on deeper waters,

Let the current be my guide.

Cause there aren't rips in deeper waters

There aren't tricks beneath the tide.

But slowly, I assure you, I'd been drifting out to sea

Languidly lounging laughing as the world spat back at me.

So now my sleeve's all soggy.

I picked the window seat again.

I'll never choose the aisle.

I don't look pretty when my face turns red.