A space to grow

Six long hours in my head,
I watched people in cars.
It made me feel like I'm living,
I guess it's never that hard.

Let's live outside of the city
And blame the ones that I loved
For all the shit that I carried
When I was never enough.

I found a cut somewhere
Where we could all lay.
The world was waking up
And I'm learning now,
That my heart isn't breaking down

It's my world.
So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me,
'Cause I'm spent.
Yeah, I spent them all.
Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on.
The world was getting louder.
I found myself on edge

My feet were over water,
Just a song in my head
That reminded me I'll never be alone.
I found a cut somewhere
Where we could all stay.
It's frank, and it's fucked
But I'm learning now that my heart isn't breaking down

It's my world.
So I'll take another look at my life
And give everything I own
To all the people in my heart.
I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.
I am so obscure it's terrible,
And I'm loved,
But in between the cars
They bother me.
I helped make the art that hangs on your walls
And plays in your heart

It stays in your arms.
You're not a machine,
I'm sure of that.
You're every bit like me.
You gave up on your dreams
And now you're stuck with that.
You settled for the pencil days.
I'm a paint brush in a way.
I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain.
I'm colored all the same.
I have meaning if you find it in yourself.
I'll sell myself or not,
Like I really give a fuck I'm just an artist on a shelf.