"The Old" lyrics

Then the whole thing's pulled away
So you started to pray at night
And it kept me up so late
Here we go again
Your words don't match your fate
Just watch all the change it makes
Ok, ok, ok
I won't hold my breath

When the old don't heal your pain
You hang it up, your work of art in a crooked frame
In the hallway
If this place ain't home, then I don't know if I'll stay

Shame
It shapes and molds your face
It gets bad, then worse
Your skin was tight, your eyes gave up
Your lips were shy, couldn't hold my tongue
I'm trying
Trying to change

Back
It's killing me baby, when am I gonna change
Back
To a time
When the world stopped spinning and I was always afraid
Still tell myself
"Could've killed myself that day"
Either way
If I can't find hope, then I hope I find a way