I like missing you in the mornings when the air's too cold to feel nice. And I like hearing your sneakers stomping down the stairs when you stomp out of sight, and I like how all your walls surround you, so that I can't ever come inside and I like holding you and then falling down. I like feeling your arms around me and then sneaking out in the morning light and I like going away sometimes for a lonely day and a lonely night and I like singing my nonsense loudly and then whispering the things I hide and I like holding you and then falling down. Oh and I like you when you're out of view 'cause I have this perfect picture in my mind And I like you and it feels so true 'cause I have this perfect picture, yeah and it's become a fixture, this pretty, pretty picture of you in my mind. I like trying to read your scribbles because they keep me guessing everytime. And I like wondering if you want me and then you tell me this feels just right. And I like waking up in the mornings as our shadows get flushed by the light and I like holding you and then falling down. I'm falling down. I'm falling down. I'm falling down. I like you, you're out of reach. I like you, you're out of reach. I like you, you're out of... you're out of... you're out of reach.