Don't tell me you want it to be
So much that you don't see how it's
And we run from all the things that make it
All you've touched and felt of me was real
And we can only speak our minds
All the days in all of this
And still it's nothing now if we don't try
What about the mess we made?
What about the things we gave away?
What about the mess we made?
The pieces that we gave away?
So hard to get back to where we
Like a pulling tide in a dragging sea
And I want you to show me
That you're wanting all the things
All you've touched and felt of me was real
And we can only speak our minds
All the days in all of this
And still it's nothing now if we don't try
What about the mess we made?
What about the things we gave away?
What about the mess we made?
The pieces that we gave away
What about the mess we made?
What about the things we gave away?
What about the mess we made?
The pieces that we gave away