Strings

Strings you attached to a stolen ship
Drag me through the rough to bring me out of it
I will mend this branch from this olive tree
I will keep these friends that stand over me

Young, dumb habits break before they made our planet die
Man of grace, you spoil a plot in your shape
But the shape can't stop what the shape don't know
Lives underground and breathes below
Oh, but I won't make that same mistake
Spitting out every swollen taste
I won't pull apart what I call my home
I will love this place that I call my own

Even though you left me on my bed
I'm swimming in between the cracks
Oh!

Oh, but I won't make that same mistake
Spitting out every swollen taste
I won't pull apart what I call my home
I will love this place that I call my own



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Fox, Samuel Robert Hendricks, Eva Grace Hendricks, Kevin Copeland
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