Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.

Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.

You. Yes you.

The wound won't close if I keep picking at it

But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.

The one I mistake for your face and voice

It

To let go, when you know you have to is like choosing both grief and hope. Hope that you have control over your life, hope that there is something that is more in alignment for you out there. But you are giving up the possibility of the known joy. There must have been something you are letting go of that is meaningful and beautiful. Letting go, for

I won’t say that I’m waiting on you to change your mind

I will say that you live in my head all the time

I try to kick you out but you’re so cozy inside

I always thought it was bullshit when my best friends told me that one day I would experience

This

This crying every night cause I’m so sad then I’m so high

When you text me when you don’t

When you will

We lie back
A beautiful, beautiful time-lapse
Ferris wheels, kisses, and lilacs
And things I said were dumb
'Cause I thought that I'd never find that
Beautiful, beautiful life that
Shimmers that innocent light back
Like when we were young

[Pre-Chorus]
Every youngest child felt
They were raised up in the wild
But now you're home

That’s a lovely excerpt to pick