Verse 1
Depression strokes my hair
Can't believe this love affair with you
As we try to pull ourselves down
Disappointments and regrets
We love 'em like they're our pets
But they don't stop to haunt me
In my sleep
Baby, I am tired of being weak
Chorus 1
There ain't a solution
For our imperfections
If we're angles
Then we've got no wings
Our broken storyline
Makes sense when it doesn't rhyme
So, we write a song
And we start to sing
'Bout our downright ol' blues
Verse 2
I'm midway my uphill climb
But the ground seems a comfy sight
That I'm tempted to roll down
And stay there
Maybe, I'm all tired of being weak
I'm not the man with the strong suit that you seek
Just a frightened little boy, afraid to speak
A piece of a puzzle where I don't fit
Bridge
Hey, hey, hey
I'm calling out
Wake, wake, wake
All the kids with broken hearts
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
You're not alone
So, wake, wake, wake
All the people with golden hearts
Hey, hey
Chorus 2/Ending
There is a solution
For our imperfections
If we're sinners
He can make us saints
Our broken storyline
Is a candlelight that shines
So, we write a song
And let the whole world sing
'Bout our downright ol' blues
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