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And you put yourself onto the cross And build your wounds to cover spite So I can't be the man that

It's three o'clock and I'm still underneath every cloud over me and every face that I pass on

You came for every single second I had The way I loved you from just under my breath Was a constant reminder

Let's get to the point and all take our tongues out And not show off our scars, not leave here with doubts

Hands down, I swear that I came so prepared To be here by myself And I'd be just fine but most of the

And lips that bring the softest kiss That brush your fingertips As you think about the way you hope she

Just a list of things Id do if I could fly Oh I would fly straight to the moon To bring the sands back here

And I could paint you pictures all night long And tell you tales how every song Is to let you know that

And how does it feel to be the name that's on the page To know that you joined the ranks Of all of the

And this is my last remaining filter On my last remaining words It's leaving the taste Of something

Don't take another day away from me 'Cause I don't got many as it stands Here on the rooftop

And as it gets dark in this house of hallways And no corridor leads to the stairs With still wet black paint

I found hope in the back of a closet Written by a child and on pieces of parchment yellowed and old Ive

You don't have to be so scared and you don't have to go tonight Cause we just need to hold on tight for

Where did you go? How will I know If you hear me out I need this now Watching as the leaves fall