You're not too small for this 
 But you're not even trying 
 I know you're taking everything way farther than you've known 
 I know what's taking all this space 
 I know i know 
    We were younger then 
 But i can still read the words across your chest 
 Pouring from your mouth 
 And ran like rivers down your neck 
 And spilled on to the floor 
 But i'm not so sure i can remember that anymore   
 I can't read the books your father read 
 But i will write you songs instead 
 To make up for what they have been saying 
 Because i know you don't need that 
 I know you don't need that   
 We were smaller then 
 But i don't have the blood in your skin 
 So i don't fit i don't fit in 
 And when i leave your house 
 I know you'll call to chase them out 
 But they'll stay down the hall 
 So when you sleep it's not for long   
 I can't feel the way your parents did 
 But i can make him take back what he's said to you 
 To make up for when you have been staying at home 
 When we've been leaving 
 Because i'd rather you'd come with me   
 Buried under ground and you're scratching inside out 
 And breathing in until you can't keep pushing out