I swore this season I'd fix this stuff
Become the man I've talked about
And not this shadow of myself
I guess I stopped
But we've got reasons. We still get up
They're in our bruises and our cuts
Our downs and ups, our empty cuts
We're so fucked
But that's the best thing about where we are
Can't fall down much further
There's nowhere left to fall
I remember hearing you say in several ways
"Oh god, these walls were built to break."
Well if you're away then you're away
But we're still breathing. I guess that's enough
So long as that don't quit on us, guess we'll get up
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