These are broken days Breaking days And we succeed By simply keeping It all together It mostly together Some of it together Seconds tearing us apart
I want to be there How is your heart?
Parting words in days Quickly departing days As we succeed in Doing something Finding somewhere Wanting enough that The doing gets done When eyes open And we choose to get out of bed
And out of our own heads Amidst the stress and lonesomeness
Rise from the lonely days Though lonely, lovey days As we succeed with Each breath Each breath taken And those we donate it to No matter the task No matter the mission To look at a world of spiraling hate And to choose The shortest distance Between a supply and demand of love