i was starting to shake
from the days i've been up
there's a lot on my plate
and the ones i loved stopped answering
they left me to find my self
in my own hate
i work all alone with a cynical taste
and the day i get out
is the day i'll be made
i was cut out of stone
and carved with a blade
head down with all of my hardships
there's nothing too strong
that i cant face
don't stop ‘till you finally have it
it should be more like a habit
come down,
all the fighting's over
i let you breathe your own air
i will set my arms down in a corner
when i turn around
you will tell me how you're up now
from your dream of clovers
said, "not a thing will compare
to the sense you give me, and disorder
when you turn around
and i can't breathe"
there wasn't a trace
of the war letting up
and the days went on late
i struggled
and i fell to solid ground
it led me to my escape
now here i am outside of your gate
i was hoping you could
come down,
all the fighting's over
i let you breathe your own air
i will set my arms down in a corner
when i turn around
you will tell me how you're up now
from your dream of clovers
said, "not a thing will compare
to the sense you give me, and disorder
when you turn around
and i can't breathe"
well, i came to say sorry
i shouldn't have left
but my bitterness got to me
before you did
and now i'm laying in gardens
where we start over again
i know that you got me
and this is it
come down,
all the fighting's over
i let you breathe your own air
i will set my arms down in a corner
when i turn around
you will tell me how you're up now
from your dream of clovers
said, "not a thing will compare
to the sense you give me, and disorder
when you turn around
and i can't breathe"
