I remember all the melodies you wrote
They're still in my head and still in my throat
They were a little higher than I'd like to sing
But strain is at the root of possibility
Yeah
I remember all the melodies you wrote
They're still in my head and still hurting my throat
They were a little higher than you'd like to sing
But that's just the result of vulnerabilities
It doesn't travel out this room I hope you know
Past this room, past these walls, or past my throat
It was a little tenser than we'd like to think
But I like when you play guitar and when you sing
Yeah
You've always been attracted to higher things
It's not a problem by itself to grow wings
I see a lot of myself in you
And I don't have a doubt that you don't want me to
I get that we both have things were running from
And I hope that someday soon we find someone
Make us realize all of the good we've done