I've seen my words carved in the arms of a stranger as they let me know they watched their love die, but picked it up later when they found that rope. Some say you need to bleed to believe in hurt. Some say you have to scare to belong to her.
I'll live alone and find my peace. I will slip into a coma; found somewhere north of Florida, but just south of Tennessee. 'Cause the sun I finally reached it, give me reason to move on now, but there's something in this heart I lost somehow.
I'll set it down for you. I wouldn't lie to you, now would I? I built that road from the beginning with my hands. When you decided to take it, what did you take from it? Was it worth the heart involved? The obstacles? The chemicals? I need to know what you're trying to see.
Are they slipping though, all those messages I sent? I will cart across to every single city and their state. When you hardly have a heart, but you need it just to break. When I haven't let my guard down, just give my time to think. Well, does it start to murmur? It just needs some time to breathe and in the light of murder, what if it carried me?
Just to find that water;
(I found the patterns release in me)
Can I find that water?