Sober Video (MV)

There are many days
I've quelled disaster jumping from my throat
In the hopes that I would never dash my hopes
And I could safely stay right where I am
With no real place to go

I see finally
You slid your hand across my back again
Like the bow across the strings of a violin
It shook my surface, choking on the dust
But I'm worn too thin

I remember now
A story from so many years ago
King David crying on the floor alone
"God please don't take my son from my arms
He is my home"

At my old high school
We found a hiding space between the walls
You could only find your way there if you crawled
And we stashed full of photographs and lights
And then we left it all

Well I think I got it now
There really is no way to win this bet
If you keep the books closed sitting on your chest
Well I think I'm not afraid to be alone
But I ain't been there yet