now sleep comes so easily
when you're stuck in denial
these sleeves don't fit the same
so I hide in a smile
life always starts to take
when she's tired of giving
at least I'm not the only one
who's afraid of living
I could be the one
to hold on to my shame
when the ceiling comes
and there's nothing left to blame
at the highest point
I'm as low as the sea
I can't stand up straight
when there's no one here but
take my hand and hold on tight
while we're crossing the street
cause the little voice in me
said that no one's complete
life always starts to take
when she's tired of giving
at least I'm not the only one
who's afraid of living
you could find your home
but that would be a shame
cause that picture of
you never had a name
and despite us there
was nothing you could do
can you stand up straight
when there's no one here but