sometimes, our arms are all we've got to wrap ourselves in
and it don't matter how many times we're gonna try,
but these hearts keep swellin,
keep swellin loud n clear.
they haven't asked about it in awhile,
they haven't asked why my eyelids stopped flutterin'
they haven't wondered why the walls so tall now,
and it's kinda nice on this side of things,
it's kinda quiet.
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