Sick and tired all the things I've said
Shadows stain my fingers since I turned 10
But that's nothing new
Same old goals that I wrote last month
I've spent a thousands hours having pillow talk with friends
But thats nothing new
But maybe it's ok to bleed
Maybe it's ok if we fall
But maybe it's ok to bleed
Maybe it's ok if we fall
So take me back to the start
Of all those dreams and broken hearts
Tell me where you belong
My dear
Can you feel it still?
Can you feel it still?
Same piece painted a millions times last year
Felt much sharper scribbled in my nieces care
Does it still ring true?
Ink and pencils thought they'd help make sense
But when I answered my mom i never felt better then
Does it still ring true?
But maybe it's ok to bleed
Maybe it's ok if we fall
But maybe it's ok to bleed
Maybe it's ok if we fall
So take me back to the start
Of all the dreams and broken hearts
Tell me where you belong
My dear
Can you feel it still?
Can you feel it still?