hands behind our heads

surrendered years of our lives
caring not of what i lost cause
i fought on my knees, hands red
we’re coming out with our hands behind our heads

this was once upon a time
we thought we could learn to fly
but we were settled in between imperfect harmonies

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love,
mean creek