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