WHEN IT BREAKS my blood feels cold | I’m lying on the floor alone | our misunderstanding sent me down into this hole | but I look around the room | naming things that I know | their trivial beauty begins to give me hope | we could be all we’d need | blended in harmony | then I panic suddenly | and it’s all overwhelming | but it’s good to feel the heart even when it breaks apart |

please try and hear me out you say | it doesn’t have to be this way | forget all that you believe

| your fears doubts and scrutiny | set that aside and clean the slate that says you know me | if you can hear what’s in your heart | it might not need to break apart | still it’s good to feel your heart | even when it breaks | maybe this time why don’t we just be how we want to be | free from our history | finally