Six long hours in my head, I watched people in cars.   It made me feel like I'm living, I guess it's never that hard.   Let's live outside of the city and blame the ones that I loved   for all the shit that I carried when I was never enough.      I found a cut somewhere where we could all lay.   The world was waking up and I'm learning now,   that my heart isn't breaking down; it's my world.   So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me, 'cause I'm spent.      Yeah, I spent them all.   Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on.   The world was getting louder.   I found myself on edge; my feet were over water, just a song in my head   that reminded me I'll never be alone.      I found a cut somewhere where we could all stay.   It's frank, and it's fucked but I'm learning now   that my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world.   So I'll take another look at my life and give everything   I own to all the people in my heart.   I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.      I am so obscure it's terrible, and I'm loved,   but in between the cars they bother me.   I helped make the art that hangs on your walls   and plays in your heart; it stays in your arms.   You're not a machine, I'm sure of that.      You're every bit like me.   You gave up on your dreams   and now you're stuck with that.   You settled for the pencil days.   I'm a paint brush in a way.   I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain.   I'm colored all the same.   I have meaning if you find it in yourself.   I'll sell myself or not, like I really give a fuck   I'm just an artist on a shelf.      that my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world.   So I'll take another look at my life and give everything   I own to all the people in my heart.   I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.