What if I whittled myself down?
A pit with no peach, a new hole in the ground?
Would that be punishment enough?
Tell me what rushes in when the space opens up?
You know I’m best at breaking my own heart.
Stealing from people with generous smiles
And I lied when I said I could change
Because I’m in love with the way that the lightness it came
Through the hollow that remains
I wish I could change my dangerous ways
In the hollow that remains
And the weight of what you said to me
Well the gravedigger's comin for me
Gettin’ his shovel and choosin’ a tree
They say heroes will come if you pray
But I’m knee-deep in dirt carving out a new space
On a new path to righteousness
Or at least on a road that’s a little better lit
I’m only half of the woman I was
A crumbling statue from the weight of it all
In the hollow that remains
I wish I could change my dangerous ways
In the hollow that remains
And the weight of what you said to me
Oh in the hollow that remains
I wish I could change (I wish I could change my dangerous ways)
Oh in the hollow that remains and the weight of what you said to me
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