The sky is the color of a wet sidewalk Should I take the responsibility Probably that's why I hate to talk When I say it out loud, it turns out to be my fault Should I just stay hidden in my golden house Where the heavy weight of the blanket is easier to bear I made peace with myself, and I don't mind To be the one who says it, to be the one who cares I made a pact with my brain, and I am okay To let you all break me, I can do the repairs You fucked up again, you spilled the tea Where we never should've interfered I'll make it alright, I'll take the blame I'm used to playing the weird I lower my voice, I soften the edge I carry the weight so you don’t have to feel You can stay hidden in your golden house Where the heavy weight of your blanket is easier to bear I made peace with myself, and I don't mind To be the one who says it, to be the one who cares I made a pact with my brain, and I am okay To let you all break me, I can do the repairs Maybe...