Fireworks - Geography, Vonnegut And Me lyrics

You're running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down I'll be your gravity and pull you to the ground You're running out of solid ground I'll be your tectonic plate That shifts and brings your head back to this place Everybody does their time on the fault line For now let's keep our feet on the same side Be the nine and I'll be the three On a clock that lies over a map of this country There's some things that time can't change Leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise Who made his way to my shoulder It's weighing me down, It' makes me feel older I wish it would all just stop I put my all into destroying his nest It makes us grow older I'll be your gravity The same tectonic plate; that's me Everybody does their time on the fault line