Intro: (x2) verse 1: Mostly all the time will go to you Coming up for air for all the people who Recognize the sadness in a stranger with less to lose We get comfortable with our detachment to our oldest friends And you got me here where I'm left alone I'm not the only thing you ever left Post-Chorus: (x2) verse 2: If I were to spoil a victory Or accept all of your trust and praise in spite of me Will you recognize the failure in my voice before I leave? We sit on a crowded ship It's not the ending that's the tragic part If you'd get off my shoulders and sit beside me we would both be fine Outro: (hold)