Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away
Grab my window, shut my [?] out, excavate my pain
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
If I could read the world my notebook and these thoughts in it
Would they judge me or love me for what I've written?
Tryna get closer to spirt that enters the body
It's the vessel like I'm not in it
In 50-something years, I won't be here
There'll be a kid with some headphones covering his ears
Walking 'round a hallway, dreaming of ideas
Find himself in the sound 'cause music is a mirror
What you looking for? What you headed towards?
What's your name worth when they mention yours?
When you leave here, are you stepping forward?
Can you remember your intention when they question yours?
They're gonna question yours, they're gonna question yours
I've been at rock bottom and I'm headed North
If you don't love yourself, what's the respect for?
If you don't love life, the check won't correct yours
Excavate
[Chorus: Saint Claire]
Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away
Grab my window, shut my [?] out, excavate my pain
And I found peace, and I found peace
And I found peace