Lyrics:

My mask is not acting the way I thought it would My words are dyslexic, dissecting all that’s good I’ll wait for the sky to show me I’ll wait for the wind to blow me Your body language starts to change and then you’re tired of me Your heart is open then it’s broken now you want me to leave As I grow older I’m no longer such a vulnerable thing As I get sober I’m no longer such a vulnerable thing My body is hardened By all the thought you woulds My heart is not binded By all the think you shoulds I’ll wait for the night to call me I’ll wait for the ground to swallow me whole I’ll play your games for a minute but, as I grow older I’m no longer such a vulnerable thing