The truth is all these rhymes
Barely hold me together
But I still try
To bear it through the bad weather
Winter’s harsh sting
So unforgiving
Inside hiding
It’s okay, don’t want to be seen

But there’s still the moon
And I still really love the color blue
And after the quiet comes
I still have my baby’s sleepy hum

Losing what my hurt brings
Keeping my best thing to myself
Losing what my hurt brings
Keeping my worst thing to myself

Leave my body with anyone but me
I can’t be responsible you see
This whole time passing as a boss
All the while just a little lost