My grandpas cap upon the table
Your mama’s sheets there on the bed
The album filled up with the pictures
The ones we loved and the life they led
I can feel them in my bones, under my skin
Aching to be told, to be felt and seen again
Our stories, our stories
Make up who we are and how we live
All the good, all our mistakes
The time we spent up in the mountains
The day you knew your dad was gone
The treehouse where we spent those young years
The loves we lost and the games we won
I can feel them in my bones, under my skin
Aching to be told, to be felt and seen again
Our stories, our stories
Make up who we are and how we live
All the good, all our mistakes
Our stories, our stories
Learning how to lose and how to give
The beauty of the mess we make
Is in our stories
Is in our stories
The things you tell your children’s children
The wrongs you did that were forgiven
The record spinning in the kitchen
What we make of what we’re given
Our stories, our stories
Make up who we are and how we live
All the good, all our mistakes
Our stories, our stories
Learning how to lose and how to give
The beauty of the mess we make
Is in our stories
Is in our stories
Is in our stories
Is in our stories, our stories
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