I won't cry about the things that pull at me
I'll sweep it all under the rug
I won't cry about the things that burn me inside
Let me hide and I'll be fine
And I'll watch you leave the way you came
Now I hardly sleep and you're still the same
Carry me around and I'll weigh you down
Are you still awake with the growing pains?
I'm a band-aid on thin air - no problem
Hide from problems and act like I solved them
Chasing shadows and lovers to stay alive
And the things that don't matter are starting to matter to me
No, I won't say another word
Tripping on fissures in my mind laid like fault lines
Loosen my grip and let you go as you please
But I still feel the echoes of your hold when you leave