I Think It's Called Survival

So I'm gonna fall, and fall, and fall

And not hold on hold on, hold on, Let go!

All we ever will become is what we give away, and give away

and give away. and give away

We are who we love, and what we do with what we're given

and what we put in to the world is who we become

Time is a machine that makes us, and we leave and exit each others

and leave and exit life like blood pumping

It makes the heart grow

There's a kind of history we make smashing against each other

Our hands filled with each other's hands filled with purpose

and I think it's called survival

Even if our scars don't match there's no wrong you can't make better if you can figure out a way to change your mind

And sure there's things I regret not doing or doing

Those thoughts climb my spine like spiders

and then I'm really the stranger in my own bed

and that ball of nervous gets pushed into every crack

That's what's holding the bricks together

But the answers aren't around us they are in us

And sure the bullets still in there, but I'm moving

and I think that's called survival

Well I want to pretend for a few more hours and a few more days until we forget what we're pretending for

What are we pretending for?

We aren't pretending anymore

Because we might not ever get to go back home again

and home might not exist the way we know it

or knew it to be, or maybe we'll be so different home won't be able to house us

Especially if we keep pulling all the feathers from our wings

But no matter how unraveled or what shape we take

We can always come home

Home inside of people and God

The way you lean is the way you fall

The way you lead is the way you follow