Lyrics
learned how to run
before I could walk
bruising my knees
on the slope by my house
and you were somewhere
in dreams of things to come

weekends would come and go in a blur
and I couldn’t tell you
how or why I know it
but hearts are meaner now
I feel it in my bones

c’mon, let’s go out
oh no, I don’t want to
tomorrow, I promise
most times I don’t
so I keep myself hidden
and speak in softer tones

hold on, I’m walking
not sure, should call you?
sometimes I’d hate it
most times I’d love it
rode by your house
but I feared you weren’t home

message on your phone
almost rings as sad as
a story from a book
that nobody ever read
it said most times I’m fine
I’m fine
fine
most of the time I’m fine

bruises and aches
unseen, half-forgotten
call me at night
most nights I fight ‘em
pain was in exile
I fear it found a home