Return to Sender

It's no matter of point of view
You stole me away just to pay your dues
We've marked up our skin, but failed to feel again
And exhausted the kicks of thrown paint cans
I swear to God my intentions were pure
But I was so afraid of less I couldn't handle more
Great highs bring great lows
And I will always choose the mountain over the moat
So breathe in softly
Turn your back, run away and get stoned
I'll just sit here quietly
And I won't feel at all

I am searching for revival
But there is nothing outside of me
I can't keep feeding the delusion that the conclusion has yet to come
I didn't see this coming
How could I?
I didn't see this coming
How could I?
How could I?
How could I?



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Johnson
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