text: I dont fall slow like I used to, I fall straight down
  Youve stolen my air catcher that kept me safe and sound
  My parachutes what got me safely to ground
  But now the cords not working and I see you staring me down
  I wont fall in love with falling
  I will try to avoid those eyes, oh
  I think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest
  And the moon just happened to be the very first thing that I missed
  I was doing fine on my own and there wasnt much I lacked
  But youve stolen my air catcher and I dont know if I want it back
  I wont fall in love with falling
  I will try to avoid those eyes
  Cause Im not sure I want to give you
  Tools that can destroy my heart
  And I just dont say what you wanna hear
  So Ill write my fears
  And I dont believe in talking just to breathe 
  And falling selfishly 
  I wont fall in love with falling
  I will try to avoid those eyes
  But now Im here to give you words as
  Tools that can destroy my heart