[...] with you

Hold me in your pocket

But spend late summer wearing dresses

In the graveyard of your past

You will find the tree that's hollow

We have this whole life right before us

But our eyes only reached tomorrow

I said, will you stay or will you go now?

And if you go then i will follow

To where a willow gently weeps

In dreams of the towns that sleep

Here's to you and i on swings

Swinging till we're out of reach

Oh, my father has these friends

And the feelings bittersweet

Because he wished it would have been them

But instead it's only me

My heart fills with regret

For how i'm about to lose you

I want you to stay put

As i look for ways to move you

As your pocket tears apart

And the leaves leave the willow

Storms comes for our hearts

And we'll be closing all the windows

Safe

Oh it's

A race with no winner

A mind with nothing true

I'm becoming only better

For i'm turning into you

It's

A race with no winner

A mind with nothing true

I'm becoming only better

For i'm turning into you