I let go the rest you know
I'm afraid to let myself be frightened, oh love
I could have my reasoning
Just to let this season and those bygones
Be bygones
I write songs to wake me
Every course breaks me apart, my heart
I'm already on my feet
Where else do you want me?
I might as well just hold my demons
Am I right or am I wrong?
I get sick of all my songs
Don't sing the words, just read between them
I play till my fingers bleed
Just to get you out of me
Just to get you on those pages
I'll make it hurt to me
I'll make it hurt to me
I'll make it hurt to me
I wrote down a symphony
Just to take my mind off all the leaving
I've done
I can't paint it out of me
All I get is bruises on my knees and my thumb
I try hard to leave it, but I cannot write myself a story I like
I don't want to be the best
I am weary, let me rest
I'm going to wait right here for no one
I'm the reason I can't sleep
I got all my baby teeth
All buried underneath my grown ones
Oh, I fear the races run
I'm afraid of everyone
I get scared of all this breathing
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
I give up
I'm going to live if it kills me
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