Second-Hand Lives

Ask for help I’m right here now Hold your breath Wither on No place to run to No place to go This place Your home Ask for help I’m right here now Take your step I won’t hold you down Hoard your breath Wither on This place Is your home Beneath the moon We hid till noon Deeply felt I’m outside of you Grace your path It’s all we have Where wonders fade We will go Your air Is built Of broken Breaths Your ground Is soft No place To step No bridges Spare No thoughts Too rare When No memories Flare You asked for help I’m right here now Hoard your breath I won’t hold you down Wither on This place Is your home