Pick My Stitches

I don't want to pick my stitches
For another headline slot
I don't want the dam to crumble
If this is our only shot

If thinking about the past
Causes an earthquake in my chest
I won't watch the tsunami grow
Waiting on the beach

If the only way out is through
Then i don't want to turn back
And get lost again
What's the point in that

I want to think about the good days
The ones where my shoes fit right
And i can walk in a straight line

The days where your hand
Fits perfectly in mine
And i got out of bed at the right time



Credits
Writer(s): Beans Webster, Dan Stringer, Jamie Drinkwater, Jess O'sullivan, Sean Collison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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