WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT
Navigating Love's Turmoil: Finding Redemption Amidst Chaos
Lyrics
I watch you grip the wheel like a crucifix
I observe you holding the steering wheel tightly, reminiscent of a crucifix.
I can't help but feeling like some kind of god exists
I can't help but feel a sense of divine existence.
We can't talk anymore unless we reminisce
We can only engage in conversation if it involves recalling past experiences.
You know we'd never raise our kids up to be like this
We wouldn't want our children to grow up to be like this.
And I don't blame you, I know it's not your fault
I don't blame you; I understand it's not your fault.
And I don't blame you for not knowing where we are
I don't blame you for being unaware of our current location.
When I passed out in the back of your car
Recalling a moment when I passed out in the back of your car.
I go out in hopes that I'll find you somehow
I go out hoping to find you somehow.
This year's been the worst but we'll figure it out
This year has been challenging, but we will find a solution.
I know you're sick but none of us expected this
I acknowledge your illness, unexpected for all of us.
You're ten hours away and I can't find a way to heal it
You're far away, and I struggle to find a way to heal the situation.
If I put it in a letter would you care to even read it
If I express my feelings in a letter, would you bother to read it?
Look at me like I'm useless
You look at me as if I'm worthless.
I'm starting to think there's some truth to that
I'm starting to believe there might be some truth in that perception.
I try to forget
I attempt to forget.
All I might've had
All potential achievements I might have had.
Haunted by the red moon on your expired cigarettes
Haunted by memories represented by the red moon on your finished cigarettes.
At least that's what Justin says
At least, that's what Justin claims.
My memories of you are few and nondescript
My memories of you are scarce and vague.
I wonder if you ever even really did exist
I wonder if you truly existed in my life.
I know you'll be your own hell until you belong to someone else
I acknowledge that you'll be in a difficult situation until you find someone else to belong to.
So they'll teach you how you can be theirs as well
Others will guide you on how to belong to them as well.
And I won't blame you I know you think too much
I won't blame you; I know you tend to overthink.
How can you blame a broken leg for needing it's crutch?
How can you blame a broken leg for needing its crutch?
But what good has that done either of us?
Reflecting on the limited effectiveness of relying on crutches for support.
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