You  made  your  mark  on  me.

You  laid  your  past  to  sleep.

No  other  might  worry.

Alone,  but  not  alive.

Anyone  else  would  slit  from  sleeve  to  shoulder.

Anyone  else  you  not  deserve  your  life.

It  seems  that  all  lines  convalesce  beyond  your  side.

It's  sense  that  all  I've  worried  for  is  vain.

Larry  climbs  into  his  lawn  chair.

Waves  a  goodbye.

Unties  from  the  post.

Races  towards  the  sky.

Takes  a  sip  out  of  his  beer  and  says,  "It  looks  amazing."

Climbs  until  he  can't  think.

Can't  hear  a  sound.

Shoots  out  the  balloons  and  falls  to  the  ground.

Jumps  out  off  his  chair  and  says,  "It  was  amazing."

Now  that  I'm  miles  above  you  here.

Did  I  snap  the  last  thread  of  all  my  fears?

(Get  me  down...)

Is  there  nothing  left  for  me  to  do?

(Let  me  down...)

Went  out  on  a  hike  and  he  never  came  back  again.

(U-oh-a-u-wah...)