Lyrics

I used to be better at being alone.
Now just the thought of it scares to the bone.
The times when I'm holding your hand,
the times when I can understand it all.
I used to be better at being alone,
now just the thought of it scares to the bone.
If I make a cup from my hands,
and fill it with all of the plans you've made.
Bridge : But I never know why all the birds in the sky with the tears in their eyes follow me.
If they ever get tired then they'd just realize that there's more to a life than being free.
I used to be better at being alone.
Now just the thought of it scares to the bone.
The times when I'm holding your hand,
the times when I can understand it all.