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Verse 1
Hold my hand
I need to take another breath
My words were ripped from my throat
And driven through my chest
They don't understand
I recall the burning of my lungs
From breathing in the violent fumes
Jumping off their tongues

Breathe it in

Chorus:
For tonight
I'm going to pick myself back up
Brush it off and tell them of
All that they've undone
And for tonight
I'll make them clean this up
I'll brush it off
I'll brush it off

Verse 2:
They're not listening
They'll put up a fight and shut me out
They do this over and over again
They do this over and over again
I'm coming out of my skin
This tension wearing through the seams
I can't make out where it belongs
Or exactly what this means

Breathe it in

Chorus:
For tonight
I'm going to pick myself back up
Brush it off and tell them of
All that they've undone
And for tonight
I'll make them clean this up
I'll brush it off
I'll brush it off

Bridge:
So hold my hand
They don't understand
They're not listening
They're never listening
No, they're not listening
They never listen

Chorus:
For tonight
I'm going to pick myself back up
Brush it off and tell them of
All that they've undone
And for tonight
I'll make them clean this up
I'll brush it off
I'll brush it off
All that they've undone