You're not the first girl 

To dry her fears on her arms 

In hopes to capture 

All the memories that hunted you down 

You can sew your lips shut 

With your heart strings 

Cause God knows that you dont need them to hold yourself together 



But dont look down because I dont know 

Falling is fatal from this height I know 

I should've never helped you up 

This high, this high 



You're not the first girl 

To cut her fears in her arms 

Then let them trickle down 

Past memories to pools in your hands 

You can hang yourself with your heartstrings 

Cause I know you wont use them to hold yourself up anymore 



But dont look down because I dont know 

Falling is fatal from this height I know 

I should've never helped you up 

This high, this high 



Pull the needle from the back of my veins 

Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture 

From my picture 



And I will fall to the floor 

But you have to pull yourself together 



But dont look down because I dont know 

Falling is fatal from this height I know 

I should've never helped you up 

This high, this high 



This high, this high