I’ve been holding myself together With whatever I had left I made it farther than I should have Before my body finally said enough Would you hold me for a minute? Could you keep your hand right there? I don’t know what’s wrong with breathing But it hurts less when you’re near Outside, the glass keeps drawing lines The towers blur and disappear Would it be alright if I closed my eyes And stayed here? Will you let the whole town lose its color? Let the windows fill with rain? Could I put this tired heart on you Without having to explain? If the night keeps asking questions Do they have to come inside? Would you keep me underneath this blanket Till my breathing turns light? I’ve been swallowing whole sentences Trying not to make things worse Can you feel how hard I’m shaking Under everything that hurts? I think I finally hit the wall Somewhere I forgot how not to fall Can I be this fucking tired And not have to hide it all? Outside, the glass keeps drawing lines The skyline melts into a smear If I say your name into your shoulder Will you please... stay here? Will you let the whole town lose its color? Let the windows fill with rain? Could I put this tired heart on you Without having to explain? If the night keeps asking questions Do they have to come inside? Would you keep me underneath this blanket Till my breathing turns light? Could tomorrow wait by the elevator? Does morning really need me yet? I’ve spent the whole day braced for impact I don’t have another hour left Would you keep your hand against my neck? It’s the only place I’m not holding tight You don’t have to make this better Stay while I come apart tonight Something in me finally loosens My hands stop digging into your shirt I thought letting go would feel like falling It doesn’t hurt Let the whole town lose its color Let the windows fill with rain I left my tired heart against you And you never asked me to explain Let the night keep asking questions They don’t have to come inside Keep me underneath this blanket I can finally close my eyes Rain keeps moving down the window Your hand stays warm against my skin I don’t have anything left to ask for I’m already held.
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