Hardwood floors
Through sunset doors
The lowlight creeping in...
My only friend
Pour the sand
Hand to hand
It's cold again...
My only friend
Into place
Number face
Shake the ground
Tumble down
Can't fit in these old clothes
These and those
They don't remember me
I don't remember me
But every time I hear your name
I burn up in that old flame
Maybe I don't want to change
Maybe I still want to talk about it
Maybe I'm never going to feel like that again
Maybe I'm just selfish
Maybe it's just too late
Maybe it's all my fault after all
Maybe I don't deserve all this attention
Maybe I don't listen
Maybe I was happy the way I was...
Maybe I was happy the way I was
Maybe I'm tired of just pretending
Maybe I'm tired of selling rope
Why can't I just be happy?
Maybe I'm just afraid
Maybe it's not too late
Maybe it'll be ok...
Yeah, Maybe I'll be ok
And in that moment seasons changed
I'll never step in that water again
Now I know just who I am
How someone like me can start again
I'll never stop the river
It just wouldn't be the same
So I'll brave those bloody waters
I will face the currents
I'll never stop the river
It just wouldn't be the same
So I'll brave those bloody waters
I will face the currents
I'll be the rock on which we stand
Surrounded by sinking sand
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