Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away

Grab my window, shut my [?] out, excavate my pain



[Verse 1: Macklemore]

If I could read the world my notebook and these thoughts in it

Would they judge me or love me for what I've written?

Tryna get closer to spirt that enters the body

It's the vessel like I'm not in it

In 50-something years, I won't be here

There'll be a kid with some headphones covering his ears

Walking 'round a hallway, dreaming of ideas

Find himself in the sound 'cause music is a mirror

What you looking for? What you headed towards?

What's your name worth when they mention yours?

When you leave here, are you stepping forward?

Can you remember your intention when they question yours?

They're gonna question yours, they're gonna question yours

I've been at rock bottom and I'm headed North

If you don't love yourself, what's the respect for?

If you don't love life, the check won't correct yours

Excavate



[Chorus: Saint Claire]

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away

Grab my window, shut my [?] out, excavate my pain

And I found peace, and I found peace

And I found peace