I don't fall slow like I used to, I fall straight down

You've stolen my air catcher that kept me safe and sound

My parachutes would guide me safely to ground

But now my chord's not working and I see you staring me down

I won't fall in love with falling

I will try to avoid those eyes, oh

I think you could beat the moon in a pretty contest

And the moon just happened to be the very first thing that I missed

I was doing fine on my own and there wasn't much I lacked

But you've stolen my air catcher and I don't know if I want it back

I won't fall in love with falling

I will try to avoid those eyes

'Cause I'm not sure I want to give you

Tools that can destroy my heart

And I just don't say what you wanna hear

So I'll write my fears

And I don't believe in talking just to breathe

In falling selfishly

I won't fall in love with falling

I will try to avoid those eyes

But now I'm here to give you words as

Tools that can destroy my heart