| We lay on our backs out on the front yard
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| Holding your right hand, I say life’s been so hard
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| The shade of the tree we planted
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| It grew strong with roots and branches
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| But it’s just not ours anymore
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| We build these walls high, they blend into the sky
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| Thick skin and bones defend us from outside
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| The way we lost it all, I think it made you strong
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| But I don’t feel that anymore
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| I feel nothing at all, yeah I trip and I fall
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| Running straight into walls while you’re suffering withdrawals
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| When will I ever get a better hand?
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| I am losing my hope and it hurts in my throat
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| Have my back to the coast at the end of my rope
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| Oh, will I ever be a better man?
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| Am I meant to be alone?
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| Am I meant to be alone?
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| We lay on our backs on the hood of my car
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| Holding my right hand, you point out the North Star
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| Show me the way ahead, guide me with light I said
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| Cause I can’t see straight anymore
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| Everyone left me all at once then
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| Honestly, I couldn’t even blame them
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| I’ve been a shitty friend
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| I don’t know where you went
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| I just can’t handle any more
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| I feel nothing at all, yeah I trip and I fall
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| Running straight into walls while you’re suffering withdrawals
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| When will I ever get a better hand?
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| I am losing my hope and it hurts in my throat
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| Have my back to the coast at the end of my rope
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| Oh, will I ever be a better man?
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| Am I meant to be alone?
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| Am I meant to be alone?
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| Am I meant to be alone?
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| Am I meant to be alone? |