Texty: Last Days Of April. Ascend To The Stars. Too Close.

With every breath
One last chance
Assume there will be,
a thousand more
I will ignore
Just letting them lead

Cause everytime you and I will fight
It's like an airplane's taking off
and the pilot's me
With no steering wheel

And if I could bring this plane down now
I know for sure I'd cut its wings
to land it safe
It's no option for me

You came to close to me
[Repeat]

Once again, me versus me
With no steering wheel
wishing to find which one should lead
Without hurting them
Cause every ...........
has been the saddest lame excuse
to say love me, love me
But everytime someone would mind
and lend a helping hand to me
I'd shrug it off
Though you're all that I need

You came to close to me
[Repeat]