Suite: Learning to Live

I don't really know why I write all these sad songs

Sometimes seems like I'm trying to forget things that haven't gone wrong

Yea, there's wall that I've built, and there's fears that I got

But I'm terrified of claiming to be somebody I'm not

I don't know who to ask all of my questions to

But I know if I keep 'em bottled up I'm bound to turn blue

These echo chambers we got, yea like a Midwestern state

They can be gardens of Eden or rivers of demons

Change on a dime the thoughts you're concealing

In hell or high water we wait for morning to come

Now when my day gets dark again

I'll hunger for your pain

And when you're needing a spark again

I hope that you're calling out my name

I hope that you're calling out my name

Yea I hope that you're calling out my name

I hope to god that you're still laughing

Know that nothing ever changes

The time we spent just passing

And the way life rearranges

On the canvas life's been painting

Our two brushstrokes did touch

And the chemical arrangement of our bodies changed as much

I don't know if that means less than I make it out to be

But it's something, and that is something undeniably

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Now when my day gets dark again

I'll hunger for your pain

And when you're needing a spark again

I hope that you're calling out my name

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Ohh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Do your days ever feel numbered

Does your mind make you feel safe

Does your heart give you some comfort

Does my life make you feel pain

Do your days ever feel numbered

Does your mind make you feel safe

Does your heart give you some comfort

Does my life, does it make you feel strange