find your place you re coming alive by the light of your living room hold your ways you re giving too much by your standards you re leaving soon start in strollers when we re born end in wheelchairs and scorn i am sick of acting coy for i am no longer a boy fold your wounds you re coming around by the light that i left for you i lift weight you re holding your own and i need you to come back home start in strollers when we re born end in wheelchairs and scorn i am sick of acting coy for i am no longer a boy and you breathe by the night of your once sober side and you need the love you find for i wade past the signs never once crossing lines and you need the love you find timid plans of our youth now we both suffer truths that you need the love you find what s a cold winter night without you standing by and you need the love you find