There’s nothing, that I can say, to make you not go. To make you come back, To make this house a home.  But I’ll live,

The savior graces you, we were bound to lose.  Each little fragment, of the broken past.  Where has our kingdom gone? Mistaken where we’re from. 

I heard it on the speakers, late last night.  Must we always, do what were told? Light a fire to lead the way.  I boarded

I put my things away. I remembered, all those things, you said to me, that digs a hole, straight through, the core of me.  I

We float along.  We’re always wading.  Let’s build a house, before we’re fading.  I might have some things wrong, but I’ll treat you right.  Feels