Calling Cards Lyrics

The game is on, i resign to walk along the fine line between safety nets and foolish bets, between poetry
and science. i never even had ample time to dig a hole in the sand for my head. i'll float along on stolen words and
hope that you're too gone to notice, cause it's that or silent breathes into payphones. hey. what's a mixed up kid to do?
the time we have just sprouted wings and i can still hear you singing in my head, drifting up and down the coast from dirty
floor to dirty floor. this is me falling apart, this is me getting it back together