It’s called falling in love
Because pin-wheeling arms can’t reverse it.
Slow motion rush,
You watch yourself freefall,
You’ll tear your hands up on thorns
And branches,
Just trying to stop.
It’s called falling in love
Because it’s exhilarating,
And frightening.
Love is like adrenalin,
And we're all a little addicted.
So we make the jump,
Thrill seekers,
Too often forgetting a parachute.
It’s called falling in love
Because it’s not always pretty.
It’s not a graceful swan dive,
Its not planned and carried out
With precision movements.
Even if the air is clear up there,
Even if the view is beautiful,
You’re breathless as the oxygen
Rushes by your parched lips,
Leaving your lungs to starve.
Yes, it’s called falling in love
Because it requires someone to catch you,
And
It
Fucking
Hurts
When you hit the ground
Because pin-wheeling arms can’t reverse it.
Slow motion rush,
You watch yourself freefall,
You’ll tear your hands up on thorns
And branches,
Just trying to stop.
It’s called falling in love
Because it’s exhilarating,
And frightening.
Love is like adrenalin,
And we're all a little addicted.
So we make the jump,
Thrill seekers,
Too often forgetting a parachute.
It’s called falling in love
Because it’s not always pretty.
It’s not a graceful swan dive,
Its not planned and carried out
With precision movements.
Even if the air is clear up there,
Even if the view is beautiful,
You’re breathless as the oxygen
Rushes by your parched lips,
Leaving your lungs to starve.
Yes, it’s called falling in love
Because it requires someone to catch you,
And
It
Fucking
Hurts
When you hit the ground
