When the lights go out, will you take me with you?
And carry all this broken bone
Through six years down in crowded rooms
And highways I call home
Is something I canÂ’t know 'till now
'Till you picked me off the ground
Terrified of what I'd be, as a kid from what IÂ’ve seen
Every single day when people try
And put the pieces back together
Just to smash them down
Turn my headphones up real loud
I don't think I need them now
‘Cause you stop the noise