True South
We tore the old maps off the wall
Pinholes scattered, edges worn
There are places we should have been by now
Tethered faith has left me spent
I've grown resentful of myself
And all the things I wish that I could still believe
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish that I still had faith, but I need more to get me by
Cobblestone and older paths
Winding back on covered tracks
Everytime I try to leave I end up staying one more night
The maps were crumpled up and torn
Pulses beating south to north
We were lost and found with hearts true south
And the scars still burning
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish that I could say I still had faith, but you could always tell when I was lying
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish I could say I still had faith, but I ain't been sleeping well at night
Pinholes scattered, edges worn
There are places we should have been by now
Tethered faith has left me spent
I've grown resentful of myself
And all the things I wish that I could still believe
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish that I still had faith, but I need more to get me by
Cobblestone and older paths
Winding back on covered tracks
Everytime I try to leave I end up staying one more night
The maps were crumpled up and torn
Pulses beating south to north
We were lost and found with hearts true south
And the scars still burning
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish that I could say I still had faith, but you could always tell when I was lying
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own
Come and take me, you know I'm way too cynical to let this go
And I'm nothing like I used to be, just white noise
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high
I wish I could say I still had faith, but I ain't been sleeping well at night
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Writer(s): Sean Taylor
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