[Intro | E Minor | 78 BPM | fingerpicked acoustic guitar] I keep trying To figure out Which iteration of me Made it here. [Verse 1 | acoustic guitar, upright bass] I grew up In a singlewide Hidden by the Florida pines Where the woods felt bigger Than the whole world And the whole world Didn't seem to know We were there Some months The cabinets echoed Long before the paycheck came But I thought Everybody counted pennies Before counting dreams I found arrowheads Buried in the garden Holding history Before I knew People could survive Long enough To become it [Verse 2 | brushed drums enter softly] I spent years Thinking sadness Was something I'd done Like somewhere I had missed An important lesson I learned Every exit In every room Before I learned To enjoy being there Sat beneath fluorescent lights Listening to doctors tell me My heart was healthy While it tried To outrun me [Chorus | mandolin enters] Nobody saw The miles I walked Without leaving the house Nobody heard The arguments Inside my own mind They only saw Someone standing still They couldn't see How hard I was fighting Just to survive [Verse 3 | fuller upright bass] I buried people Before I was ready Kept reaching For phones That would never ring again Spent years Wondering why Everybody else Made life Look so easy Then one day Someone handed me A word I'd never heard And suddenly My childhood Started making sense Not perfectly... Just earnestly [Bridge | acoustic guitar, upright bass only] Sobriety Didn't give me A new life It gave me The same one Without somewhere to hide Turns out Healing Isn't becoming Someone else It's finally Meeting The person Who made it This far [Final Chorus | brushed drums, mandolin swelling] I've survived Every morning That swore It would be The last one I've carried More fear Than anyone Should have to know And somehow There's still A song Left in me Maybe That's enough Hell it probably always was [Outro | acoustic guitar only] The boy Digging for arrowheads The man Learning his own name The fatherless son The frightened kid The sober stranger The one Who thought He'd never make it They're all Still here And if that ain't beauty then I don't know what beauty is
