Testo Hiding Place Mean Creek
words that we speakitâs like we were made from a stone where we say things
in hopes to break them all apart
friendships remain we just close our eyes and pretend itâs the same
but we canât no matter how hard we try
this once was a hiding place where no one could find
its now where everyone shines
tied up in knots, the day we let go is the day we forgot
just what we all have become