Lyrics

Here is the swinging chair next to your house.
Without the ties to you it would just be a pile of wood next to your house.
Never knowing what it's like to feel important
but then i realized that i have just way over-thought this
because it's just a swinging chair.

someone in the background is yelling "you're not going to make it"
but he's too far away to see
as if one person's insignificant opinion would have made such a difference to me.

i was wondering if i could hold you for a minute
because i miss it and this is almost exactly just kinda what i need right now.

At your beck and call
you say "fall" i say "how far"?
You're saying "all the way"
i'm thinking that's okay

And the way i explain it to people with questions is that
we're just two people with issues that our past lives never figured out
but then i'm met with the problem
that if they couldn't solve them
what makes me think that i have a chance?

we're too busy focused on our own points of view
why can't we just shut up and say "I like being with you"?

i was wondering if i could hold you for a minute
because i miss it and this is almost exactly kinda just what i need right now.

At your beck and call
you say "fall" i say "how far"?
You're saying "all the way"
i'm thinking that's okay