There's no comfort that grows It comes, it heals, and it goes We try to be symmetry But it don't fit, oh no I still think how you'd turn to me sometimes I can still hear the way you'd make that kissing sound across the line Those tiny things go deeper than you'd think They write my songs and all the wrongs I find Are you tired of love, ms. Liz? Or scared cuz there's too much to give? I'll hold you tonight With no arms but in my mind You light me up with your sunshine You don't know, and that's fine I'm going blind for my ms. Liz And it's fine how it is Freedom is a lie that we all tell ourselves I've used that one myself before, to justify the swells But we should be loving everything… I've relearned that each time I fell