Every Passing Day

I don’t remember where the pieces fell
Pull all the water back up from the well
Forgive me my name
Spell it the same way as your name
I don’t remember where the pieces fell
Sometimes the moment is a distant sound
Watching the weather come up off the ground
It turns into rain
Falls down the same way as the rain
Sometimes the moment is a distant sound
I have a friend who used to say
If you spend every passing day
Turning your crutches into legs
You’ll find
I have a friend who used to say
If you spend every passing day
Turning your crutches into legs
You’ll find
You’re blurring the lines
You’re blurring the lines
I don’t wanna try
I don’t wanna die