I've got sand in my pockets
You said it was over, called me your atlas
Sorry I'm still carrying you
You act like it was nothing
God, you're complex and I like that
So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
The price I pay to think it could work
I knew it was tough
Not that it wasn't true
Your world on my shoulders
Never the other way, never the other way
You had a ball and chain
You didn't know I was there
Dragged me through the mud, then
I asked what was weighing on your chest
Is there still room for me
I knew it'd be alright
Then the moment was gone
You said it was over
Sorry I'm still carrying you
You act like it was nothing
God, you're complex and I like that
So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
The price I pay to think it could work
I knew it was tough
Not that it wasn't true
Your world on my shoulders
Never the other way, never the other way
I wish I could take our weeks
And ritually set them on fire
I'd break both legs
But you said it was over, called me your atlas
Sorry I'm still carrying you
You act like it was nothing
God, you're complex and I like that
So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
The price I pay to think it could work
I knew it was tough
Not that it wasn't true
Your world on my shoulders
Never the other way, never the other way