The Black Stitch of a Secret

Jump off that golden bird that has you flying high and watch the ground. It's a comfortable place, if you learn to like it. Before you throw yourself away, taste the salt that's formed in your words, the hollow truths that won't come back to your mind. You've been high too long, your mind can't think for itself anymore. It's all a cloud of secrets, a gaping hole in your chest. Let the sun stitch you up, bring you back to warmth. There are a lot of faces who miss that beautiful smile, the one your hold always, up in the stars, in the cold blackness of the night. A kiss upon your cheek can feel so wrong, when you refuse to let yourself go.
Step down from the edge, back to good.

I don't want to do this anymore, I want feel your eyes again.

But you'll never feel our gaze when we have to look so far away to see yours. Your love can't remember your face, a stranger to this game. You've become a fairytale, with no happy ending. Going down in flames, it won't hurt that bad if you have a place to land. A place to shine without the stars help.
The stars in your eyes are much more beautiful anyway.
I know you've felt alone, up there in the clouds, but we're all here waiting. To bring you back to life.
You just have to make that jump. And let yourself fall.

We're going down together, and it's not so bad.