A calm hand on a fabric that’s already sewn.
I’m still not ready to face these demons alone.
The ivy crawls across my throne.
Seems like everyone around here is slowly changing
and this is falling to my knees.
Is this water, is this water still clean?
So we grow to be the best
and through all my fears, I can attest.
You told me that nothing was
impossible but there’s nothing left.
But all that comes from this is another year.
We float here as my body lays in this bed.
There's no remorse to bear with so much pain to declare.
You still pull the air into my lungs.
Seems like everyone around here is always changing.
If this place ever feel like home,
Is this water, is this water still clean?
So we grow to be the best
and through all my fears, I can attest.
You told me that nothing was
impossible but there’s nothing left.
But all that comes from this is another year.