I'm No Cinderella

I’m falling off the edge
I’m sinking deep again
The pit waits below
Covered in black gun powder,

Hungry-eyed lovers don’t hold me back.
They’re waiting for a foot to slip,
Breath to hitch,
Words to catch.

Falling on a patch of ground,
And I’m waiting around
For you to catch me.
You’ll never catch me.

I’m not fast,
But I’m faster than you-
Always weaker under
True pretenses too.

Your hand grasps mine
In a third pounding beat.
I can feel your heart
Like steps on a city street

You’re doing it again
Being my wonderful,
Beautiful, real, ideal
Modern fairytale

I'm no Cinderella
And you're no knight, no prince
But you saved me anyhow
You're my escape to better things