+/- {Plus/Minus} - You’ll Catch Your Death

Past the yellow tape lines
In the hall
Is a single chalk outline
Where I heard you fall

Coded in the message
On the table
Always second guessing
What you had meant to say

Turn down the lights
Close your eyes
Slip away

You’re drowning inside
While learning to fly
Succumb to the cold
You’ll catch your death
Fall through the end
With nothing to hide
No leading the blind
And fading to black
Won’t bring you back

Catalog what’s hidden
In the lines
Piece together visions
Of why you tried
Turn down thе lights
Close your eyes
Slip away