That cold ain’t the weather

Well, look at me
On the balcony
Thirteen stories isn't high if you know how to dream
But I don't

Well, look at you
In your bright red shoes
Your overconfidence is pushing you right up to the moon
To the moon

Well, leave me here
With the forest ghosts
They'll take my soul, but they're probably nice hosts

You're in the sky
But you're not a star
You know we all know shooting comets only goes so far
So far

Well, look at you
On the world's edge
You're putting everything you see
Inside of your boasting head

It's cold down here
But don't mind me
With everything you've done so far
This wasn't hard to foresee

Does it feel good
To follow fiction facts
I'm sure it does
That's why you're trying to get back

You're not completely dead
But you sure are close
And it would horrify the town
If you turned into a ghost

But then you try
And you try some more
Until you cross the line
And then you've passed the point of return
Return

And now you can't
You've gone too far
The coldest thing about this place is your heart