Like it was a grave I layed a bouquet of fists Upon your chest And I pressed, and I pressed, and I pressed We live for every half breath Until all That was left Was the in and the exhale Spinning around my head And we made plans Like they meant something Plans that we held In fragile hands That fell from fragile hands Your parent haven't liked me Since I was 4 foot tall While your mum Measured my height with a pen And I recall the teeth Standing like headstones In your fathers mouth A crooked line of soldiers waiting For the order to fall out And they kissed your head And they asked me to leave They don't want me sharing The air their daughter had to breathe And you smiled at them And you turn and you looked at me The back of your head Looked so disappointed as you left And you were walking so fast I never heard what you said Your saying now That you wish me luck But never meant me To have that much You said fortune it never smiled on us And we made plans Like they meant something Plans that we held In fragile hands We made plans We made plans We made plans We made plans We made plans Like they meant something Plans that we held In fragile hands That fell from fragile hands And we made plans Like they meant something Plans that we held In fragile hands That fell from fragile hands