There's a box around my heart,
and my heart is screaming,
and my brain is listening,
and I can't find the words.
And you are the box.

we stuck out our tongues and rested the pills on them
like a congregation receiving communion

then we looked up at the stars
and smiled like we had finally found God

it scares me that you're ready to jump
when I'm not ready for you to fall
what if I can't catch you
and we both end up broken on the floor?

I just feel like I'm just waiting for an explosion
and time is tick-tick-ticking by

How long can I stand here
before I run out of time?
When should I leave
if I want to avoid injury?

It's Monday night
and I'm floating again
in the middle of an ocean
and I can't see the shore

I look up at the stars
(I can see thousands tonight)
and I'm not sure
I'm in the right place
anymore.

I'm grasping at anything
--I have to move somewhere--
and it's slipping through
my fingers
I just can't see the reason
of staying here anymore
when surely I'll drown
but I can't go anywhere else
so I wait for the current

It's Monday night
and I'm floating again
but this time I'm stranded