Falling Up From

We are falling up from the clouds.
We're about to drop dead,
and fritter like a crystal meth.

Don't look down, honey, I'm here.
I'm holding you, see?
We'll be just fine, it's nothing.
It's gonna be like a water, ready to swim?

Oh, it wasn't nothing, That was something and that hurt.
We did drop dead and blood is all around my shirt.
You lied to me and you caused it.
I won't ever go at rooftop for a romantic!