Whiskey and Ashes

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.