Austin Gordon - Little Victories Lyrics

You climb up into that attic to prove a point
To touch his bones
While those soft clutches echo off the wood
Barely audible

And my heart breaks
Not for the millionth time
Not the tenth
Just enough to where my skin is tense

And it hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts

The floorboards creak and my stomach turns
Little victories in a cabin hearse
So stand tall even if in that attic
There was barely any room to stand at all

And it hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts