I'm in...
love
the first words of a sentence that I've never said
use a thread to tie the parts of a broken heart that never mends
as I've bled I dread the whole process, watch it till it ends
If it ends to begin then when did I lose my innocence?
bend but never break, brake but still collide
I've seen the world spin out of control we all fall inside
then pretend like this is what we meant all along
we all seem to fall then claim this is where we belong
I'm back from the bottom with my heart on my sleeve
while my veins and arteries bleed with no way to impede
I see it rain from me, till it seems to fill up thee entire sea
try to part it, but my heart is, still a critical piece
an illiterate read, I cling to this language of love
freed from the ball and chain all the same living is not enough
would I rather be bound or free, accompanied or all alone
all the thrones and all the hopes of love something i do not know

hook:
broken hearts in the building right now
put your hands in the air if you're feeling down

I can't explain an emotion that I've never felt
can't tell the difference between the ocean and a dry well
I fell so hard that I got scrapes on my hands and knees
start to wonder if my heart is really even a part of me
hard to see when the dark encircles like a pack of wolves
odyssey but I can hear the howl echo through the woods
I can see the glint of the fangs as they come in to gore
some scars never heal, heart all ripped and torn
heart on my sleeve something i shoulda never worn
was this the plan set out for me before i was born?
crying out to God, like can you hear me through this storm
I gave my everything and it felt like nothing, I was never warned
that the cold in me could be used to turn away the warm
now I war in the core, fatalities all I ever score
they say if you die for true love you've been martyred
I never knew true love i'm still back where i started

They keep telling me i'm a victim of jealousy
but wont tell me why the hell no one is jealous of me
I broke from the jail just to be free
but freely express that I can't be me
so what you see isn't what you get
you understand but don't get it
what's the plan? I can't grip it
my fingers missing the conviction,
listen, this is what I'm trying to say
what I write down everyday
laconic, I'm never on display
but I've got to fight got to find a way
my mind is a weight, try to pull it towards the exit
look forward to when my past doesn't seem so misdirected
heard that to love is to let go, but I never let it
heard you say "I love you, say it back",
but i never said it.
(and i regret it)

broken hearts in the building right now
may not know what love is but we gonna find out