Text: Anadivine. Zoo. Alcohol And Oxygen.

A bar top divided
with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
hung on, a question that it might not work last call, somewhere
should I go home or stay here
hold me up dear a toast

to the one who poured out my regrets
a call to air, I'll intake one last

I'll follow you home
Don't hold me up
if your arms are breaking
I can't tell you enough
It's discouraging when you say
Please hear me out
with a curse to accent
The sentences you make
The sentences that make me ask

A silence recited
as my voice just distorts in her ears
Rung out, obsessive that she might solve all her problems
Should I hold on to my fears
Hear me out dear a toast

to the one who poured out my regrets
a call to air, I'll intake one last

I'll follow you home
Don't hold me up
if your arms are breaking
I can't tell you enough
It's discouraging when you say
Please hear me out
with a curse to accent
The sentences you make
The sentences that make me ask

This air spoiled by the times when you were here
And I feel like trying a new design where your heart is put in a case
And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls
Hold me up dear
Should I go home or stay here
Hold me up dear
Should I hold on to my fears