You may say that I am alive
But I'm just breathing
And you say that I will be fine
But I'm dead when I'm leaving
Cause fine doesn't mean all the finer things
Fine doesn't mean living at all
Whether I eat or I sleep if you're there walking with me
Watch your world fall apart
And these letters on my hand they might fade when I get old
They work to remind me
And I try to let it go but this rhythm on hold
But your face finds me