Hum
Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh
From the basement where we first talked
To the ride home
With the kids we barely knew
You left a permanent scar
Memories are taped on our walls
Hung as a reminder
How easy it could be
When we weren’t growing apart
I’m always talking in circles
I always think until I can’t sleep
We always want what is kept from us
Well maybe I am the liar,
And there is nothing that is left for us
You are a permanent scar
I'm always talking in circles
I always think until I can't sleep
You are the leaves at my feet
You are the hum of electric heat
I kept myself away
But I’m starting to like the pain