I got something from you
No not from your job
No not from your medicine
Looking for something that you tried to lose
Looking for something that you could do better than
I thought of you
Everything, I said, is some kind of tether

I leaned over and I thought of the ground
I wonder who's talking through your dumb mouth
I wonder if ever you'd ever allow
Yourself to fall from the window like feathers
I thought of you talking to God til he answers with weather

I try to lose my face

I try to lock eyes with the things I can't see
I wonder what that will do to me
I wonder how true to life that I should be
Looking for Nothing to ask it to speak
I thought of you
Everyone's here and then everyone leaves

I try to lose my face

Copyright: Red Brick Music Publishing
Writer(s): Jessica Stein, Mark Wheaton, Mathieu Charbonneau, Pietro Amato, Sarah Neufeld