Call me out
You'll be the puddle to my raincloud
Collecting lies
You'll see the bitter side of loneliness that keeps me here
Calm me down
You'll be the subtle things I can't shout in my home
I'm becoming the weight of all these nights
All these nights, I know
Hold me down
I'll be that little dog who comes back for your scraps
I'm becoming the weight of all these nights
All these nights, I know
Hold me while there's still something good
Hold me so I'll know something good
Armed with my father
I'm becoming the weight of all these nights
All these nights, I know
Old man, don't stop, you're bottoming out
(Washed up, tossed upon the sand)
(Coughed up my heart in my hand)