why don’t you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
why don’t you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
cause I’d rather pretend I’ll still be there at the end.
only it’s too hard to ask, wont you try to help me? 

Until you see me in your dreams, we’ll stay awake beneath the trees. We’ll watch the buildings turn to dust, a sky of diamonds just for us. You are the risk I’ll always take, the only branch I’ll never break. Those fears we’ll blow them all way.

But I wish I could feel all it for you, I wish I could be it all for you. If I could erase the pain and maybe you’d feel the same. I’d do it all for you, I would.