but it don't feel right i guess
just moving through its pokes
it's making me a bloody mess
get me out; i've swallowed all my doubts
i'm ready for this portion of independence
i'm stepping up; like what you do when you're first in love
like a field in wind; like roses in my hand
guiding you through those simple kind of nights
if i say that i'm okaaaay
i'll know we've made it when our bed is made
so i'll press on and then hope that my body doesn't break
that my body doesn't break
that my body doesn't break