Texty: Five Times August. Brighter Side. Here.

Here, you could be scared.
With no one to run to and find out that nobody cares.
Here, you could be cold.
Shivering tight skin that freezes you inside the bone.
So all I'll do is watch over you.
There, everyone knows.
They try to believe things that we teach but well never show
And they'll say that theyre catching on.
Then we'll throw them a curveball and say that it's all just pretend.
And all we have is right where we're at.
We could be living the life they all wish they were living.

No chainsaw to hold us down, they're labeling us how we're missing, but we have thrown it away.
We've seen better days.
Whatever you say, I'll go that way.
Here, just you and me, whispering words to each other as we fall asleep.
And here, just as we are, fingers entwined as we find its all over.
It's ours.
And all I am, is right in your hands.