I'm giving in   i've seen you cry one thousand times   unsteady ground   could never keep us in the air for long      and i know this is what you wanted   recite the lines   hoping for that happy ending   my hands have reached the bottom of my pockets   i've found i have nothing left but time      where to go?   holding scissors   i'm wondering how to cut so precise   these pictures used to look so right      and i know this is what you wanted   to fill these lungs with empty sighs instead of breathing   and i know this is the nineteenth time you've called me "baby"   and i just look away