Yesterday I saw the way you cry
Pouring it all inside
And the weight of your problems rose
But how you got to bed you'll never know
Crooked band-aid, 8 year old's first aid
On the cuts the shattered dish made
Cause you couldn't stand and you couldn't walk
Nighttime vigil, woke up in my bed
I fell asleep I guess, but nothings said
No, nothings said today
Yesterday I carried you upstairs
(at least that's what I could swear)
Cause today the band-aid's gone
And nothing has been said no nothing's wrong
Nothing's ever wrong, right?
1 | My Glass Cage |
2 | Still No Apology |
3 | All The Stage Is A World |
4 | Boundaries |
5 | Consistency |
6 | Hole In The Wall |
7 | Here's Your Damn Superhero |
8 | Out There |
9 | What Friends Want |
10 | Legacy |