he had a way of knowing things, he knew himself,

he knew how to jump, run, and even fall, like when his heart melts,

she knew him, like none else, so she took his hand, just to feel something else,

he knew it wasn’t forever, but forever sounded good, maybe they could last,

he falls deep, every time, she falls deeper, like a night-time nursery rhyme,

he knows some things, but he doesn’t know all, roll those shoulders back, keep that head up, say fuck it, and fall.