The Things We Choose to Lose

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I remember running with scissors
I remember playing with a loaded gun
(Keep the blood off the rug)
I remember the cold rain on my face
When the war was finally done
(Just keep the blood off the rug)
But what I remember most
Is when I called these ashes home

What if life was meant to be heavy
What if flesh was meant to be torn
What if the overbearing weight
Of the crosses we carry
Break our bones
Sometimes the things we choose to
Lose were all that propped us up

I was born in the cold
Losing the war with my umbilical
(Keep the blood off the rug)
I was born in the cold
Forgot how to fly and started
Growing old
(Keep the blood off the rug)

Sometimes the things we choose to
Lose were all that propped us up

Sometimes the things we choose to
Lose were all that propped us up

What if life was meant to be heavy
What if flesh was meant to be torn
What if the overbearing weight
Of the crosses we carry
Break our bones
Sometimes the things we choose to
Lose were all that propped us up
Sometimes the things we choose to
Lose were all that propped us up

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