every day i'm falling
i let myself go down
as far as anything
as far as china
each time i wake up
i breathe and ask
if this was the last time

how far do i get to fall this time
how long do i have
before the next pathetically sweet redemption
but before i could make another move
take another breath
your hand helped me up
and while i'm clinging tightly
to this jagged edge
you try to make it okay
and maybe now
maybe after all this time
i can let go

so if you stumble
i won't let you fall so far
because what else do we have
if we aren't strong enough alone







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