Digging Through Glass
Digging
Digging through dirt as it turns into glass
Dismembered
Faking memories to validate my own past
Trying to constantly build
Something out of nothing
Something they can't kill
Begging for minutes of sleep
Not 'til this is over
Not 'til I know this is complete
What shape do I define?
Where do I draw the line?
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away
Another window to my soul
Displaying all the stories I've already told
All the consequence I hold
I'm not feeling older, I'm just feeling old
I would leave, but I'm too afraid
What will happen to the mess I have made?
Am I weak if I choose to stay?
Stubborn enough just to wither away
And I wonder
Was this worth all I've lost?
What shape do I define?
Imperfect and ugly
Jagged and deprived
Where do I draw the line?
Proof that this dilemma
Isn't all in my mind
What if the best I can do is merely sift through bones?
Finding a part that's been used just to call it my own
Manufacturing a mirage, something that they can't kill
Stepping off a brand-new ledge, hoping the air will fill
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away
Digging through dirt as it turns into glass
Dismembered
Faking memories to validate my own past
Trying to constantly build
Something out of nothing
Something they can't kill
Begging for minutes of sleep
Not 'til this is over
Not 'til I know this is complete
What shape do I define?
Where do I draw the line?
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away
Another window to my soul
Displaying all the stories I've already told
All the consequence I hold
I'm not feeling older, I'm just feeling old
I would leave, but I'm too afraid
What will happen to the mess I have made?
Am I weak if I choose to stay?
Stubborn enough just to wither away
And I wonder
Was this worth all I've lost?
What shape do I define?
Imperfect and ugly
Jagged and deprived
Where do I draw the line?
Proof that this dilemma
Isn't all in my mind
What if the best I can do is merely sift through bones?
Finding a part that's been used just to call it my own
Manufacturing a mirage, something that they can't kill
Stepping off a brand-new ledge, hoping the air will fill
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away (was this worth all I've lost?)
Some things are made to be pushed away
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Easterling, Austin Evans, Mike White, Shiloh Krebs
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