You Won’t Make It

To the ones that I loved
The car crashed years ago
I just didn’t remember
Revolve myself into pieces
Folding inward, showing creases
Show me care
Show me reason
Sitting idle, slowly reaching

Fall into the hole
'Til the clouds clear up ahead
What does it even mean?
It’s not so sweet to
Be against the one who takes the fall
And worst of all
It tastes like tangerine
Maybe you won’t make it

In thеse times of my life
I’m just showing all thе cards
There's no secret beneath it now
I’ll fall from such small heights
Tell myself I'm gonna die
And we call the ambulance, sound alarm
Mark the X on my forearm

Fall into the hole
'Til the clouds clear up ahead
What does it even mean?
It’s not so sweet to
Be against the one who takes the fall
And worst of all
It tastes like tangerine
Maybe you won’t make it

O for three
Going down in your history
I write a lot
But I always get what comes to me
And I know that it feels like the world isn't falling apart
But there’s a constant reminder
O for three
Going down in your history
I write a lot
But I always get what comes to me
And I know that it feels like the world isn't falling apart
But there’s a constant reminder

Fall into the hole
'Til the clouds clear up ahead
What does it even mean?
It’s not so sweet to
Be against the one who takes the fall
And worst of all
It tastes like tangerine
Maybe you won’t make it