Sprained Ankle (Orchestral Version)

[Verse 1] Wish I could write songs about anything other than death But I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs Spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone With you, can't talk "Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?" Should I go somewhere else and hide my face? A sprinter learning to wait A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained Oooh Oooh [Instrumental] [Verse 2] I wish I could writе songs about anything other than death But I can't go to bed without drawing thе red and shaving off breaths Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs Spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone With you, can't talk "Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?" Should I go somewhere else and hide my face? A sprinter learning to wait A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained Oooh Oooh