Hand me a Shovel...

Press your fragile frame against me
Say my name
And we'll both go down
In a blaze of broken hearts
We can waste the hours making
Paper planes
and burn them to the ground
and collect the blistered parts

Press your fragile frame against me
State your plans
And I'll write them down
And I'll memorize their tone
We can waste the hours drawing
Diagrams
And label all the parts
With my name instead of bones

Give me something to believe...

Hold on to me
I need something to believe
That's bigger than I can be

And now's your chance
To kiss me when I least expect it
Now's your chance...

Hold on to me
I need something to believe
That's bigger than I can be.