| I’m getting pretty good at leaving
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| My patience isn’t running thin
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| Autumn never ends in my head
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| No matter how far I’ve been
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| It feels like everybody is the branch
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| And I’m the leaves falling from the top
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| Of every leafless tree
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| The home inside my head has a bed for me
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| That no one will ever get the chance to see
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| A kitchen table with one chair
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| Walls with empty picture frames
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| No one will ever see
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| No one will ever see
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| All I see is the past two years before I hit the ground
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| Time is moving slower on the way down
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| Save yourself
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| Save your time spent wondering what’s going through my mind
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| Let me go before you see me following behind
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| I’ll save you from myself
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| Just let me go
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| I’ll save you from myself
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| The home inside my head has a bed for me
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| That no one will ever get the chance to see
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| A kitchen table with one chair
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| Walls with empty picture frames
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| No one will ever see
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| No one will ever see
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| I’ve learned that it’s okay to be selfish
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| It keeps me from falling apart at the seams
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| Stuck is where I feel in place
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| A feeling I’ll embrace
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| The home inside my head has a bed for me
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| That no one will ever get the chance to see
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| A kitchen table with one chair
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| Walls with empty picture frames
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| No one will ever see
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| No one will ever see |