Brown Bag, Pt. II

I've got a brown bag heart
In paper skin
And when the winter ends
I'll come home again

There's a little town
I used to be from
But the sun got seasick
And fell overboard

Lay down your sword
We don't have to do this anymore
Fragile sometimes forgives a war

There's a part of you I can't erase
You made my world fall out of place
But I can feel the past slipping away

It's the deal we make
To see the fullness of our lives
We trade eternity for futility and grace

It's all made up
You're all made up in black lace
And these other worlds I've made
Have shown my face

I've got a brown bag heart in paper skin
And now there's not much left for me to hold within
'Cause I'm trying new things like honesty and reckless faith

There's no time to wait
Fragile will not keep us safe
'Cause I'm going somewhere you'll never see

It's the deal we make
To see the stillness of our hearts
We trade eternity for futility and grace

It's the deal we make
Lying awake
We trade eternity for futility and grace

It's all made up
You're all made up in black lace
And brown bag hearts are easy to break

Lying awake
To think we could forgive a war
We trade eternity for futility and grace