The day I fell for you, I fell hard.
Straight down the icy steps and into the front-yard.
I almost broke my back trying to stay on my feet.
I almost went alone, but you held onto me.
Isn’t it so?
Every time I fall down, you follow.
Clumsy is a perfect word to describe you and I.
Accident prone, I don’t know how we ever survived.
Or why your Dad never shoveled the fucking porch.
I don’t think he liked me very much.
Isn’t it so?
Every time I fall down, you follow.
Isn’t it so?
Every time I think we should touch, you think I should go.