nsome things always feel the samenlike the passage of time without your handnby my sideni need you to slip off my ballet shoes nas i sleep, pull me into youneyes open wide, tears spill the sides breathe in and outnwith me againnnand if you have the chance take me for grantednnsome things always feel the samenlike the water marked ceiling, when your words lose meaningni need you toonslip off my ballet shoes as i sleepnand pull me into youneyes close down, tears hit the ground breathe in and outnwith me againnnif you have the chance, take me for granted.nnyou're a fire that can't be contained, disguised as an overcast day.