| the branches bend under the weight of your regret
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| you sit perched, up on high, it should break instead
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| though branches are there, i can’t figure why
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| we have all the while, to live and die
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| the pendulums are swinging back and forth
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| we don’t have much without them though
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| and there’s not a lot of space between
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| what’s keeping me up, keeping me asleep
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| we’re all just skipping stones
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| haven’t you heard the news
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| we’re all just a bag of bones
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| haven’t you heard the news
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| we’re all ghosts of our former selves, haunting our sleep
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| (can we still dream)
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| when i could still run for days, in the summer heat
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| (the rest is sleep)
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| now all that’s left is some hollow shell, some dried up leaves
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| (can we break free)
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| when i could still slide for days, on frozen concrete
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| (just let me breathe)
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| the dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
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| the dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change
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| and all of this i think i’ve lived before
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| you were here when i just a boy
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| if i messed it up i’d just try again
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| nothing was sacred, nothing was certain
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| when i still had
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| the whole world in front of me
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| when i still was
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| the person i wanted to be
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| the dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
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| the dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change
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| i had no choice in this, i took no part in it
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| but yet here i am
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| i had no choice in this, i took no part in it
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| but yet here i am
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| all the pictures are in black and white
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| they’re memories of what it felt like
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| i’m failing to find all the parts to grasp
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| the photo frames to send our past
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| you gave it to me just to take it back
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| decided to strip me of what i had
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| would it have killed you to be less like me
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| with all your loneliness, your misery
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| years have passed but now i am looking back
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| a sense of belonging that i never grasped
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| would it have killed you to be less like me
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| with all your dubious reasoning
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| you gave it to me just to take it back
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| decided to strip me of what i had
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| would it have killed you to be less like me
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| with all your loneliness, your misery
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| your dubious reasoning |