Lyrics

We dig holes into the hearts of our lovers and friends How many of us have the courage to fall into them? How many of us chose to leave before the holes were sealed? Even if you fold the hand you can't reverse the pain you chose to deal I've started doubt all the lines I wrote To the hope they had and to the nights they stole And today we will learn to apprеciate That my past is the pain I chose to tolеrate I've settled for the sentiment It's easier than meaning it My hands were never steady enough to stop the bleeding and.... This winter I'll be staying home I'll hang my hopes with the Winter coats And fold my burdens next to everything that I've outgrown If I'm the company you want to keep Then keep your distance I'll write a song and hope that someone listens Now look what I've done I let the sins of my father determine what I love I'm a broken record plus a few more scratches I can barely stand myself None the less stand for something I know that better tales get told And ours is just a footnote But sometimes I like to think that you're an image in the smoke Held in my lungs and exhaled before it's had a chance To burn a hole through my throat