I'm runnin' away with our bloodlines
Is this the difference between you and I?
Would you know me older still
What would you recognize?
You stack it into pieces and box it up
I hope there was a reason for givin' up
If you got yours, well, I got mine
You're holding onto thin air, flyin' blind
Like a bat in the attic, hide
Yeah, you hide
You reimagined your own history
Like reading lines as if from a book
And it's all that you gave to me
It's not what I took
You stack it into pieces and box it up
I hope there was a reason for givin' up
If you got yours, well, I got mine
You're holding onto thin air, flyin' blind
Like a bat in the attic, hide
Yeah, you hide
Yeah, you hide, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
