Timeshares
little full lotta sap
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.