I am answering your message, i can see you're getting restless, you're telling me how it's the worst thing of your lifeyou are different, i've been told, but i know you're a hand to hold, to cross the busy street when we're downtown at nightyou always have stories for me, some i even don't believe, it's hard for me to ever think of, living life like thatyou wish to live inside a bubble, you always seem to get in trouble, not with the law but with the people herepulling back, the tension on the surface to get what's deep inside, so i'm pulling back, i'm only holding on to help you flyyou are like a kite sometimes, the way you dodge the power lines, I'll grip your string so tight and i swear i won't let gofind your reason and run with it, it's the safe thing to resist it, tomorrow's as predictable, as the windpulling back, the tension on the surface to get what's deep inside, so i'm pulling back, i'm only holding on to help you flyno one ever sees you crying, all i know is you are trying, to find a refuge that protects you, from the worldi have always been here for you, i'm the one who won't ignore youwe are bad at making plans, and we are bad at keeping friends, who love us as ourselves, and ask for nothing morewill you stop shooting me those glances, i don't always have the answers, to questions you will ask me that i've asked beforepulling back, the tension on the surface to get what's deep inside, so i'm pulling back, i'm only holding on to help you flypulling back, the tension on the surface to get what's deep inside, so i'm pulling back, i'm only holding on to help you flypulling back
