We hang on until our fingertips bleed
To cracks in the pavement that you never see
We try too hard to be tied to each other
That nothing in the end ever seems to matter
We all let go eventually
No one holds on forever to anything real
Cause real is not real if it's just destroyed
In the end we have nothing but cheap plastic masks
And dirt under our nails
And sad tinny laughs
Our voices still echo (you still hear the hope)
But we're falling, still falling to the end of our rope
But that comes undone, just like our hearts
And the further we fall, the less we retain
Our memories trade places with the sky and the ground
Our voices are nothing but a crackling sound
We let go too slow because we are scared
But it just makes it harder when we're unprepared.