We hold up our heads, pointed in the direction of the wind.
Chalk outlines, we wear them till we’re frail and thin.  
Your lies are deep but your voice makes it hard cover up the sin.
It doesn’t change a thing, your eyes are the happiest place I’ve ever been.

So send me your signals so I can write them in the sand,
I’ve been dead for weeks among the shadows of our plans.
Cast me in direction that you want me stand
I’d walk for miles just to crawl for days,
I do it to avoid the end.

So linger in the spaces where the comfort isn’t close,
and whisper that you love me among everyone the most,
I’ll try to keep from drowning, keep my head aboard the boat,

Could life have been different for us?
We should have tallied up the votes.
Wouldn’t make a difference, shouldn’t waste the hope.
Some kids are handed the world,
Some kids are handed a rope.