Whole

Player faces, black and white
Humiliated, outta sight
Make your bed and tell me what is true, and what is meant for spite
Tell me that I'm doing right

Crumpled letters grace the hall
Grace won't let us do it all
Fill the cup, as many holes in it as there are in this room
I'm fated to build up your walls

But here we are still standing straight
My body's worn, it's yours to break
Delivering the daily news
I swear I fought this way to you
And I still love the plans we made
Forever mine and yours to fake
But promise 'til my soul is numb, I'll think of you forever young

Measure me with cellophane
Breathing through a windowpane
Silhouettes in Fahrenheit while you cannot bear any shame
Please forgive me, I'm to blame

But here we are still standing straight
My body's worn, it's yours to break
Delivering the daily news
I swear I fought this way to you
And I still love the plans we made
Forever mine and yours to fake
But promise 'til my soul is numb, I'll think of you forever young



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Alexander
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