I tried my best to leave alone All the things I know have been weakening my bones Never quite felt like I have had a home But it's safe to say your bedroom floor is coming close I'm as {{{{UNKOWN}}}} I'm holding your hand While you're sleeping above me Take me, I am yours I am a muscle that is growing tired Of feeling sore And I'll try hard not to wake you On my way out to Plainview But I'll be back so rest assured Last night I broke my hand Reaching up towards your ceiling fan But I don't mind These knuckles have cracked 1000 times Just never in the company of Someone that I could call mine Take me, I am yours I am a muscle that is growing tired Of feeling sore And I'll try hard not to wake you On my way out to Plainview But I'll be back so rest assured I'll be back so rest assured And I'll try my best to breath slow 'Cause my stomach is your pillow On my way down your four front steps Already wishing that I never left And I'll try my best to breath slow 'Cause my stomach is your pillow On my way down your four front steps Already wishing that I never left