Another week where I wanna try stealing
Heroin or some other kind of soft suicide
But you had a smile that could break boards baby
And you, you used to build me a place to hide
All that freedom means is
I will miss you when I go
And maybe I will realize redemption comes patient and slow
Too much to handle
That’s just what I need
We’re staying out all night to prove
We are free
And we will learn to communicate
And we will learn how to breathe
When it’s too much to handle
Being free
I’m up again in the middle of the night
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That time when it’s too easy to judge myself on everything
I read about 'The Secret Life of Plants'
'Til I feel small enough to get back to sleep
And I miss cutting coriander, cooking while I'm looking at you
But some days I'm the horse and some other days when I am the glue
Too much to handle
That’s just what I need
We're staying out all night to prove
We are free
And we will learn to communicate
And we will learn how to breathe
When it’s too much to handle
Being free
Too much to handle
That’s just what I need
We’re staying out all night to prove
We are free
And we will learn to communicate
And we will learn how to breathe
When it’s too much to handle
Being free
And we will learn to communicate
And we will learn how to breathe
When it’s too much to handle
Too much to handle
Too much to handle
Too much to handle
Being free