We can stick anything into the fog y'all
Make it look like a ghost
But tonight let's not become tragedies
We are not funeral homes
With propane tanks in our windows
Looking like cemeteries
Cemeteries are just the Earth's way of not letting go
Let go
Tonight, poets let's turn our wrists so far backwards
The razor blades in our pencil tips
Can't get a good angle on all that beauty inside
Step into this
With your airplane parts
Move forward
And repeat after me with your heart
I no longer need you to f** me as hard as I hated myself
Make love to me
Like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did
Go slow
I'm new to this
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
Without jumping
I have realized that the moon
Did not have to be full for us to love it
That we are not tragedies
Stranded here beneath it
That if our hearts really broke
Every time we fell from love
I'd be able to offer you confetti by now
But hearts don't break, y'all
They bruise and get better
We were never tragedies
We were emergencies
You call 9–1–1
Tell them I'm having a fantastic time
Tell them I'm having a fantastic time
Go on