This isn’t good morning, this is gracious bad news.
I was calling to scar you with what I’m ‘bout to do.
'Cause you burned your sorrows and I burned mine too,
but you kept the ashes and now they’re keeping you.

What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
I don’t need anyone or anything.
Between you and me is a distance that I bridge with sleep, so.

I’m cutting clearly and straight to your room,
Crawl in your bed to that windowless view.
‘Cause these blankets and sheets will bury me
if I let myself go to your fathers beliefs.

“You will always be the boy who stumbled in too soon,” she said.
“You will always be the boy that stumbled in too soon,” she said.

What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy?

I don’t need anyone or anything.
Between you and me is a distance that I bridge with sleep, so.
(Between you and me)
I want it so badly but I had to break
that promise I made for your front porch that day.
(Between you and me)
I spent last night talking secrets and graves,
the place that my promise has now wormed its way.

And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
I could never, I could never.
And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
I could never, I could never.
And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
I could never, I could never.