Seven Eight

Throw my head back and leave me weightless
Take the impact of all these days
I know where I've lived
This stolen car is
Finally rusted off my frame

Lose myself in the weeds
Lost my grip on everything

I break, everything I can't hurt
I hold, when nothing's left to burn
I wait, I'm flat out of my back
I hope, that I won't fade so fast

Your absence followed by high school drama
No excuses for things I've left
I can't help feeling like waters leaving
I've finally rusted off my frame

Lose myself in the weeds
Lost my grip on everything

I break, everything I can't hurt
I hold, when nothing's left to burn
I wait, I'm flat out of my back
I hope, that I won't fade so fast

Won't you show me, that there's something
Help me give into better sense and
Won't you show me, sing me something
Help me hear my mistakes again
Mistakes again
Mistakes again
Mistakes again

I break, everything I can't hurt
I hold, when nothing's left to burn
I wait, I'm flat out of my back
I hope, that I won't fade so fast