[Verse 1]
So fire up, at the little things
We're caught up, in the webs we weave
Then we pluck on the smallest string
We're pressing on our bruise just to feel something
In the night that you walked out again
And the light with the yellow tinge
Your goodbyes, they never meant a thing
'Cause we're pressing on our bruise just to feel something

[Chorus]
So let go of me
And everything we should have seen
And you'll go and be everything you need to be
And I honestly wish that I could say I've let you go

[Verse 2]
So fire up, at the little things
We're caught up, in the webs we weave
Then we pluck on the smallest string
Cause we're pressing on our bruise just to feel something
And I wish that I had called you up in the December sun
You would have come
And the words, they would have raised themselves up from my heart to tongue
I think we're done
Cause we're pressing on our bruise just to feel something