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