It's an ache that spirals
Careening and dark
Screaming on repeat
In my head, in my heart
Alone...
Alone...
I found hope in little ways
Like peeling back the covers
On colder morning blankets
To reveal the pain concealed inside
The open wounds we hide away
In hopes we'll fade into the day
Oh
She starts her day with mellow breaths
Breathing life into the day
Just to end with vodka sodas
Back to back to feel enough
High school stories creeping in
Days of wonder, a sense of hope
Crumbles in reality
Cycles in, cycles out
She found hope in little ways
Like singing Patsy Cline to sleep
Or nights and drive to nowhere on her own
The pain's concealed inside
The open wound she hides away
In hopes she'll drown into the day
Oh
He writes a single song each day
Just to crumple and decay
End the night drinking alone
At least it's safe, at least it's home
Searching every day for dreams
The ones he wants, the ones he's lost
Life has seemed to pass him by
Cycles in, cycles out
He found hope in little ways
Like strumming Johnny Cash aloud
And morning coffee on the couch on his own
The pain's concealed inside
The open wound he hides away
In hopes he'll sink into the day
Oh
I find solace in shelter
The breath, the ever-steady beat of a heart
And the turning of the earth, the sun in the clouds
It's still there, even when it snows, just out of sight
But you have to remember it's still there
You're still there
We're still here
We're still here
