Fritchard Pitch
Lonesome falling, distance between: what I've felt and I've known
Nameless mention, inspired by tension
I know it's tough to swallow the whole truth
When it doesn't comfort, or coddle you
Left to our own devices
Wanting
Should we not expect ourselves to devise some grandiose context
Formless we have carved out an image
Determined by a hollow feeling
Find every vestige, damn we're invested, bleed our souls
Fight the urge to wage war between two common feelings expressed in different ways
'Cuz I know that it's hard to see differently
Born into cycles we learn from our families
Can we just embrace that disparate ways are what we need
Autor(es): Eric Tempelaere