Text: Filmmaker. An Invitation To An Accident. Air Tight.

You told me things would work out for better or for worse
Well hold your breath, we're not as air tight as we seem to be
Yesterday i tried to be the one you think you thought you'd see
Yesterday i tried so hard, it's just not good enough

In a few more years they'll all be faces i don't know
Will you be there like you always were
The sun is setting as i wait outside your door
I'm waiting here until you see me.

I need to turn you into a sweater so i can wear you around all day
Because you know we're not as air tight as we need to be
Yesterday i tried to be the one i thought you think you need
Yesterday i tried so hard, still not good enough...

Hey now, you're a dream
This flight went down before it hit the ground