Flat-back We laid out on the floor In the pitch black Of the early morn' You said, "Hold this lightly, things tend to erase" ♪ But sometimes, it gets away from me ♪ So I try my best to plant my feet ♪ But it's getting harder to tell If I'm even here Think I'll go away for a while See if I grow ♪ But the ground keeps shifting under me ♪ So I try my best to let things be ♪ Struck match Lit our empty room And the hot wax Smelled like her perfume And she said, "Breathe in easy, there's no rush"