I woke up this morning with a tightness in my chest
From a dream whose hands were wrapped around my neck
No matter what my waking life has shown to be fact
When I find space my going goes running straight back
But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern
I’ve been looking all around the grocery store
For proof I am who I’ve been without question years before
And it feels shallow because I know my heart is yours
The answer bears no weight inside my chest until I’m forced
But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern
And I can’t see a mirror without wondering how the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can’t get out.
And I want to be honest with myself, but my permission still comes with doubt.
How can a cynic find the truth if he can’t even find himself?
And I can’t see a mirror without wondering how the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can’t get out.
I love mom jeans. It immerses myself in those unforgettable feelings and makes me weep, and I smile as the trumpet starts to play. How wonderful. zhangzhanglang
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2023