some things always feel the same   like the passage of time without your hand   by my side   i need you to slip off my ballet shoes    as i sleep, pull me into you   eyes open wide, tears spill the sides breathe in and out   with me again      and if you have the chance take me for granted      some things always feel the same   like the water marked ceiling, when your words lose meaning   i need you too   slip off my ballet shoes as i sleep   and pull me into you   eyes close down, tears hit the ground breathe in and out   with me again      if you have the chance, take me for granted.      you're a fire that can't be contained, disguised as an overcast day.