Find your place
You're coming alive by the light of your living room
Hold your ways
You're giving too much
By your standards you're leaving soon

Start in strollers when we're born
End in wheelchairs and scorn
I am sick of acting coy
For I am no longer a boy

Fold your wounds
You're coming around by the light that I left for you
I lift weight
You're holding your own
And I need you to come back home

Start in strollers when we're born
End in wheelchairs and scorn
I am sick of acting coy
For I am no longer a boy

And you breathe by the night
Of your once sober side
And you need the love you find
For I wade past the signs
Never once crossing lines
And you need the love you find

Timid plans of our youth
Now we both suffer truths
That you need the love you find
What's a cold winter night
Without you standing by
And you need the love you find