| ...for noah... forgive the lines because we're stitched together by them helping the time with resurrected memory's i'm tired and taking care of the cuts that follow and now the rides home alone have turned from one cigarette to two and the glue that holds me holds me to you friendship is stronger than we ever could have thought and this is so much harder than i ever thought it would be maybe together we can get somewhere maybe together we can see the beauty from the lines drawn attaching themselves to our days what we can do to get better and find hope in every phrase |