| Headfirst into holidays, a bitter taste
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| Of who I’ve been this year
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| I’m not proud of my pride
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| I fell short every time
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| I keep trying to be half the man my father was
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| But all I feel is fear
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| I want to be remembered
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| For something that inspires
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| I can’t shake feeling like I’d fix it all if I
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| Could write that perfect song
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| In the key that your heart plays
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| Minor chords in major phrase
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| But I’m not sure if I really think that I deserve
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| The love I found inside
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| 'Cause god damn I still miss you
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| But god damn I don’t want to
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart
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| Came down from the cloud that I’ve been sitting on
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| To finally feel the rain
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| I called home to my family
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| I found warmth, found stability
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| Maybe we’re just all a little tired and
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| Trying to feel okay
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| With the world on our shoulders
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| Each year getting older
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart
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| (Headfirst into holidays, a bitter taste)
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart
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| So just take your hands and bury them inside of my arms
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| Come fall apart (Come fall apart) |