You're warm when it's cold
Takes a little hold
Of the spaces we fill
And the hopes we've made, still
We all want what we can't have
We all reach, but just can't grab
We're all dogs on leads
Scratching through the leaves
We're afraid of the highs
Because the lows are so low
Yeah afraid to feel
Anything at all
We all want what we can't have
We all reach, but just can't grab
We got every cliché
Etched in our skin
Looked kind of good right then
Looks kin of cheap right now
We all want what we can't have
We all reach, but we can't grab
We're all dogs on leads
Scratching through the leaves
For that everlasting, always missing piece
I miss the calm and the ease
The Stillness and wonder
While the nightmares don't cease
My heart is a lead weight
A fist in my chest
Squeezes and tightens
With each terrifying breath
If calm is collected
Then I'm drowning in fears
Piling them sky high
My own towering years
We're all dogs on leads
Scratching through the leaves