| I’m losing track of what I’ve lost again
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| My friends say that they’re proud
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| But I’ve seen what it cost them
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| You’re waiting for a break in the bends of my head
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| A shallow reply to a heart on the mend
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| I’m trying my best to show that I can shine through
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| All of the darkness I seem to keep falling into
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| Whoa, sing it all back to me
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| I’ve been crawling my way
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| Towards the things that I need
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| Would you
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| Spin me around to see
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| That I’ve always been enough for the people I loved endlessly
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| Remembering the things I have found
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| Across cities and states
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| With my feet on the ground
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| You’re trying your best to see too
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| That there’s hope to be found
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| And that all you can do is to
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| Lean on the ones who have loved through and through
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| And that home is the place that your heart pulls you back to
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| Whoa, sing it all back to me
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| I’ve been crawling my way
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| Towards the things that I need
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| Would you
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| Spin me around to see
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| That I’ve always been enough for the people I loved endlessly
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| I think I got everything that I’ll ever need
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| I’ll hide away misery and what’s left of me
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| Not afraid of change just all the things I can’t keep
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| Whoa, sing it all back to me
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| I’ve been crawling my way
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| Towards the things that I need
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| Would you
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| Spin me around to see
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| That I’ve always been enough for the people I loved endlessly |