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I’m halfway to hope

Dragging my feet through

Gardens I’ve grown

With thoughts about you

But the flowers don’t bloom anymore

You spun me around

Still feeling dizzy

I let my guard down

So you could see me

Till the morning light swallows me whole

I’ll find a new home on the floor

I still see your ghost in the door

I’ll find what my hands were made for

You took what you found

Left only pieces

Leaves strewn around

Uproot the reasons

That your memory pulls at my soul

I found a new home on the floor

I don’t see your ghost anymore

I found what my hands were made for

I’ve been trying to say

Everything’s finally falling away

But it’s hopeless to think that I’ll find my way out

Of this shallow grave where I lay

So I’ll lay in the calm

Sift through the wreckage

I’ll soak up the gray

Find some perspective

My thoughts of you fade (my thoughts of you fade)

My thoughts of you fade even more

You’re a photograph left in the drawer

I’ve been trying to say

Everything’s finally falling

I’ve been trying to say

Everything’s finally falling away

But it’s hopeless to think that I’ll find my way out

Of this shallow grave where I lay.