This Is Sick

Did I tell you?

I haven't told you

I have fallen for you

I have fallen from grace,

I fell from a great height for you

In the dark hour, after spirits

I wrote in my journal

I have fallen from grace,

I fell from a great height for you

For you, a hidden heart of gold

For you, but how were you to know?

In the darkest hour of all darkest hours

I know I pressed a button and fell from a great height inside for you