| I wish that I could spread my arms so wide | |
| That I could wrap them around everyone I've ever known and loved | |
| Protect them from the crashing waves | |
| The storms that will take us all one at a time | |
| The unheard goodbyes that we are never ready to whisper | |
| Turning once strong men into lost little boys | |
| Standing well dressed staring into six-foot holes | |
| Sick of this chill every time the phone rings too early or too late | |
| The what-if silences that linger in between | |
| Why can't I build a raft strong enough | |
| To carry us through the clouds, the flames | |
| Or any of that shit that I don't believe in | |
| I would do anything not to have to squeeze another trembling body | |
| Who was not ready to face life's end | |
| Tired of sitting slumped in the corner trying not to come apart | |
| As the lines stretch around the building | |
| Why does only death show us how much we truly mean to each other | |
| The beautiful things that we're not ready to lose or have yet to try | |
| Knowledge does not come in books it comes in caskets | |
| I don't wanna see how brave we can be anymore | |
| I've seen the strength it takes to get past and move on | |
| And would trade it all away to know how to keep you here forever | |
| Maybe I've grown too old | |
| Missed out on the glamour and the glory | |
| Just can't see past the tears and the pain | |
| Oh please don't bury me in the rain |