Woke up,
In my head I heard your voice saying something.
Deep in the fog that was covering me, you said
"Why don't you call her, at least call back sometime?"
And I fell back to the past, and the grace that I lacked.
Blind in the praise that was smothering me.
I've left it so long, coasting along, but I know I was wrong.
Maybe my carefree's been careless,
maybe the story was half true.
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
are calling on me now, to get through.
So I thought maybe I'd call and that would be all,
clear out regrets that were hovering here,
but how could I get to a place that is so distant now.
Back then I knew right away and still I didn't say,
under my breathe I was muttering,
and from the start I gave just part of my heart
and I see what I did, what I did.
Maybe my carefree's been careless,
maybe the story was half true.
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
are calling on me now, to, to get through.
Maybe my carefree's been careless,
maybe the story was half true.
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
are calling on me now, to get through.
To get through.
I'll be hollering out the words that I meant to use.
I'll be hollering out the words that I meant to use.
Maybe my carefree's been careless,
maybe the story was half true.
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
are calling on me now, to, to get through.
Maybe my carefree's been careless,
maybe the story was half true.
All the words that I've held too close to my chest
are calling on me now to, to get through.
To get through.
To get through.
To get through.
To get through.
