We're not equipped with tools for this Wasn't part of the plan We weren't made to understand Stories that go like this Sure, time heals, but these wounds are deep I feel yours from here You shouldn't have to read a book like this You should be naming stars Now we've gotta figure out How do we go on? How do we go on? Sometimes a week feels like a year Drags on through the days Color of everything a certain gray Memories pricking tears You know I'd take your place for you Soak up all the pain I've tried my hand to make sense of this One day you'll do the same Now we've gotta figure out How do we go from here? Where do we go? Where do we go from here? So sick of stories Stories that go like this I need to know You gotta know why You shouldn't have to read a book like this You know I would take your place for you Don't tell me no more Not every life is lived in fear Stories like that go like this So sick Don't tell me no more Tell me no more