Second draft — built from the inside out: Verse 1 There's a thing that lives between my lungs Not a thought, it's heavier than that Comes in sideways, comes in Tuesday morning Comes in when I'm just about to laugh Twenty years and it still knows my address Twenty years and it still finds the door Sand so thick you're surprised you can see anything I saw him clear — that's what it's for [hook] I guess some people are mean and some just don't I don't know if you need years for what you say I don't know if you need years to be okay What I do know is the pain on his face when he looked away Made me morally broke Wherever you are, whatever your name was I am not sorry just because I don't want to give myself that satisfaction I ask every day and I tell the mirror — nope Verse 2 He could play the drums like God was listening Nobody protected him, not once I knew the map, I'd lived the whole thing bottom up I just wanted to know what it was Pushed past the wall and I kept going Two three hours, I remember his face He didn't fight back, he looked sideways Like he was checking if the world was still in place It wasn't [hook] I guess some people are mean and some just don't I don't know if you need years for what you say I don't know if you need years to be okay What I do know is the pain on his face when he looked away Made me morally broke Wherever you are, whatever your name was I am not sorry just because I don't want to give myself that satisfaction I ask every day and I tell the mirror — nope Verse 3 Ran it back on a furnace twenty years out Same result, same gravity, same weight I'm not haunted, I'm not broken, I'm not lost I just wake up and the chest doesn't wait It don't ask for your confession Don't want your tears or your apology tour It just sits there in the space between your lungs And it asks you what you already know for sure Hook — yours, untouched Bridge You played better than any name I'd throw Nobody said it then The gravity doesn't leave But at least you're in the room now At least there's that At least there's that [hook] I guess some people are mean and some just don't I don't know if you need years for what you say I don't know if you need years to be okay What I do know is the pain on his face when he looked away Made me morally broke Wherever you are, whatever your name was I am not sorry just because I don't want to give myself that satisfaction I ask every day and I tell the mirror — nope .....nope .....no
