HEAL - Strand of Oaks

Black boots, black jeans, black beard

Walking down the street in the morning air

Then I lite up a cigarette and put my headphones on

And I listend to Van Etten Sing

You gotta give out, give up, give out, give up, give out, give up give in,

give out, give up give in

Give in, give in, give in

I was better than I felt in years

Then I looked to the streets and I looked to my fears

I know the something was going round these tears

I was hurting people, so close to me

I spent ten long years feeling so fucking bad

I know you cheated on me but I cheated on myself

I was falling way out when she sent those pictures off

And I knew it wasn’t me and I knew it wasn’t her

And I knew it wasn’t me and I knew it wasn’t her

And I knew it wasn’t me and I knew it wasn’t her

You gotta give up, give out, give in, give up, give out, give in, give up,

give out, give in, give in

You gotta heal, you gotta heal, you gotta heal, you gotta heal

Take it even further back to darker times

When I drank too much and I took too much

I lied to all my friends about who I was

But Caitlin listen to me now I’m all grown up

I spent two long years just losing my mind

Thank you Kristian for keeping me clean

And we’re painted like the warriors

And we’re painted like the warriors

And we’re painted like the warriors

And we’re painted like the warriors

You gotta heal…