When we first met your hands were shattered and mine could hardly feel a thing
But with sticks, wood and string we tried to mend what was once thought so
Broken windows, broken doors, and the nights we spent on bathroom floors
Helped us to realize there was substance to those years we looked to leave behind

Because we were left behind
We were idle landlines
Flowing through ghost cities like veins
That couldn't keep these hearts alive

Always return to walk away
We lost the nerve, we lost our faith
Hanging up these paintings of young love
On the walls we built together, alone

We were kids caught stealing something we both knew we'd never need
But if we'd listened to those lessons we would have never saw each other in the way our fingers bleed
But can we really
Say that we wished things turned out differently

Because if all our dreams came true
There would have been nothing left to fix
I think what kept us up at night is what drew both of us in
We were kids looking for something that came with clarity in dreams

If we spent less time with our eyes closed we would have seen we've got all that we need