As I was saying
just before you left the room,
before, before I assumed
that you might not come around...
As I was saying
just after I took my foot from
my mouth1 and put it back
on the ground...
Well, I don't want to disappoint you
and I don't want to disappear
from here or now or you.
This is worth saving
'cause the sum of us is more than us
if you add us up,
then subtract my lack of sleep.
'Cause my mind feels crazy
when all these thoughts come rushing in.
Should I be trusting them
or only let them be?
'Cause I don't want to disappoint you
and I don't want to disappear
from here or now or you.
Is it just a matter of time?
Does it even matter at all?
'Cause even if this story should fall
from the sky to the sea,
if I should fall,
would you fall down with me?
Would you fall with me?
Found my foundation,
it was underneath me all along
on this path I'm on,
now I never walk alone.
I've been erasing,
rewrote the second half like this
so my protagonist
might find his way back home.
And I don't want to disappoint you
and I don't want to disappear
from here or now or you.
No, not from here or now or you.
1. A reference to the idiom "to put your foot in your mouth."