A Space To Grow

Six long hours in my head,

I watched people in cars.

It made me feel like I'm living,

I guess it's never that hard.

Let's live outside of the city

And blame the ones that I loved

For all the shit that I carried

When I was never enough.

I found a cut somewhere

Where we could all lay.

The world was waking up

And I'm learning now,

That my heart isn't breaking down;

It's my world.

So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me,

'Cause I'm spent.

Yeah, I spent them all.

Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on.

The world was getting louder.

I found myself on edge;

My feet were over water,

Just a song in my head

That reminded me I'll never be alone.

I found a cut somewhere

Where we could all stay.

It's frank, and it's fucked

But I'm learning now that my heart isn't breaking down;

It's my world.

So I'll take another look at my life

And give everything I own

To all the people in my heart.

I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.

I am so obscure it's terrible,

And I'm loved,

But in between the cars

They bother me.

I helped make the art that hangs on your walls

And plays in your heart;

It stays in your arms.

You're not a machine,

I'm sure of that.

You're every bit like me.

You gave up on your dreams

And now you're stuck with that.

You settled for the pencil days.

I'm a paint brush in a way.

I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain.

I'm colored all the same.

I have meaning if you find it in yourself.

I'll sell myself or not,

Like I really give a fuck I'm just an artist on a shelf.