You have to stop looking for the chorus in everything you've lost. As if you orchestrate your failures to give yourself a crutch. A crutch to lean. A crutch to fall. It's just a poor excuse so I won't stand at all. I won't stand at all. I used to be afraid of all the things I couldn't keep. I used to be afraid of all the things I couldn't change. I used to be afraid but I can change. We live in borrowed cars and sleep in rented homes. That's why we try to keep each other- in fear we'll die alone. A crutch to lean. A crutch to fall. It's just a poor excuse so I won't stand at all. I can't stand myself at all. I used to be afraid of all the things I couldn't keep. I used to be afraid of all the things I couldn't change. I used to be afraid. I can change. I drive by two streets a day with your last name. It's a cruel twist of fate- How much we lose ourselves to find someone else. Someone else.