walking to clink of a tambourine
i've got heavy chains but they ain't no thing
i've got no deep cuts but lots of ghosts
let's not compare traumas because
our boys have it worse

i'm not injured but i drag a lot of bodies
got a lot of bones in my trunk, no baggage
cause i lost it in departures but a hell of a carry-on

i've called myself a lot of terrible things in the past
few weeks thinkin' that might build him up
but i could keep doin that and be stripped
away, he's spent years callin' himself the bad guy
and i've spent it writing ***** in my journals
the hundred year flood seems to happen twice a decade
opening up
turning the corner
can't keep saving the blame for winter