The-Dying-Fox

keep me on this ground; ground me gently, ground me harshly, dearest. i am a flier. no, i know, i was built to sink, but i am a damn flier. no, i know, no i am not. but i will be a damn flier. i will be. -- touch down on the ground for just a moment, dear, just a (moment,) dear. they shatter. earth shatters. i shatter. but you are steel and if i am paper, you must certainly be steel. because i am a flier. i was built to tear, but i will be a damn flier. -- open your arms, ready, steady for landing. crash head first. (we're gonna fucking die.) we weren't meant to be okay. dive into your arms, choke, choke. don't let me go. don't let me