When I was younger, I was afraid to walk down the basement steps
For fear that I would fall between the empty spaces
And lately, I’ve been scared that there’s nothing but empty space
Between where my life has been and where I want it to be
As I get older, I can’t seem to breathe when I need to and I need to
Feel something besides this regret, but the trauma stays with me
And I’ll always, remember that time that you put your head on my shoulder
Your body meeting mine on the streets of New York City
When I was younger, I was afraid to walk down the basement steps
For fear that I would fall between the empty spaces
And lately, I’ve been scared that there’s nothing but empty space
Between where your life has been and where I want it to be