I will be the one to let this roof cave in on me
Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea
We push away our families to understand our needs
The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me

Restless nights, all dizzy spells all sand between my sheets
Showing signs of thirst I tried out boardwalk blistered feet
And now I know I never knew about you only me
We carried this inside like some disease we couldn’t beat

We could wait and try to live and get by
To make our family in a second floor apartment
Standing on the threshold, body out in fresh cold
Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost
Try to breathe to flex our wings
To cry out work out what the underrated part meant
Moments are a lifetime
Nothing in a straight line
This could take a little while to shake things off

Down by the water’s edge, under the dying tree
I let my body slip, something outside of me
But when I came around, some kind of murky face
I don’t ever wanna be alone like this

I will tuck into you like I always ought to be
Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree
It was you who knew me first
this wasn’t meant for kids like me
some brutal natural force we only feel we never see

But as you took the tide your brother beside
the heads got smaller till they vanished into silence
sinking into white foam
running to a new home
we can only understand the things we see
We cease, desist, and see it like this
the eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights
standing on the threshold, body hot and flesh cold
I don’t ever want to be alone like this

I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet
I never sleep I never eat
I am learning how to be lost completely
I want to be found, we crave the things we push away
These patterns cut like every day
I need you to reach I need you to need me

Down by the water’s edge, under the dying tree
I let my body slip, something outside of me
But when I came around, some kind of murky face
Shaking my bones, put me back in my place
I don’t ever want to be alone like this
Haunted by the presence of the things I miss
I am becoming the ghost of myself
trapped little secrets, little things we never tell