I feel I go by standard

and in my head I'll start to wonder

will we go under?

and in 100 years or so

when we are nothing but our bones

will we think of the past and slumber?

or will we roll over? 

and though its easy to condem the house that you grew up in

it's not that easy to pretend that it means nothing



time and time again, I always lose my balance

I fall down, I fall down



with me it's like a disease

it's done before it even started

I've already departed 

and the good Lord knows that nothing ever grows in these conditions

except remission



when we live so close to the ground somehow we manage to go down

until we finally rest where everything means nothing.

where we appreciate the quiet.

so when we're cold baby we'll just turn out the light and

and when we're old we'll still love each other out of spite



time and time again, you always pull me under

I fall down, I fall down

time and time again, I always lost my balance

I fall down, I fall down.



and if we make it through this night, when we're old we'll still remember

if we remember.



						     



						     Thanks to Alyssa Carrow