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I'm half-way to hope but dragging my feet through
Gardens I've grown with thoughts about you
But the flowers don't bloom anymore

You spun me around, still feeling dizzy
Let my guard down so you could see me
Til the morning light swallows me whole

I'll find a new home on the floor
I still see your ghost in the door
I'll find what my hands were made for

You took what you found
Left only pieces left strewn around
Uproot the reasons that your memory pulls at my soul

I found a new home on the floor
I don't see your ghost anymore
I found what my hands were made for

I've been trying to say
Everything's finally falling away
But it's hopeless to think that
I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay

So I'll lay in the calm, sift through the wreckage
I'll soak up the gray, find some perspective
My thoughts of you fade (my thoughts of you fade)
My thoughts of you fade even more
You're a photograph left in the drawer

I've been trying to say
Everything's finally falling
I've been trying to say
Everything's finally falling away
But it's hopeless to think that
I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay