It must be something in the way you move,
It must be something in the way you look,
I'm not sure just yet.

Must be something in the way you dream.
You just go home and the thirteen days,
In between you and I.

This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.

It must be something in the way you move;
Innocent like you gave in just,
Like you always would.

It must be something in the way they say.
And the magic that you bring in between all you imply.

This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.

It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Long before you cared.
Her art inspired me to,
To do my best and,
To paint my music like,
Like I saw it best.
And she says I grew up well.
Well, well I grew up strong,
Cause no one's got my back.
No one's gonna write me my songs.

It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Cause I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.

It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Long before you cared.
Her art inspired me to,
To do my best and,
To paint my music like,
Like I saw it best.
And she says I grew up well.
Well, well I grew up strong,
Cause no one's got my back.
No one's gonna write me my songs.

It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Cause I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.