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I'm half-way to hope but dragging my feet through Gardens I've grown with thoughts about you But the flowers don't bloom anymore You spun me around, still feeling dizzy Let my guard down so you could see me Til the morning light swallows me whole I'll find a new home on the floor I still see your ghost in the door I'll find what my hands were made for You took what you found Left only pieces left strewn around Uproot the reasons that your memory pulls at my soul I found a new home on the floor I don't see your ghost anymore I found what my hands were made for I've been trying to say Everything's finally falling away But it's hopeless to think that I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay So I'll lay in the calm, sift through the wreckage I'll soak up the gray, find some perspective My thoughts of you fade (my thoughts of you fade) My thoughts of you fade even more You're a photograph left in the drawer I've been trying to say Everything's finally falling I've been trying to say Everything's finally falling away But it's hopeless to think that I'll find my way out of this shallow grave where I lay