text: If Im honest, I wasn’t devastated
  But you couldve held my hands through this, baby
  Let my mind run underneath warm jets
  I run my hands through whats left
  But we’re getting older, baby
  Dont have much longer, baby
  Why am I preaching?
  To this choir, to this atheist?
  Just like mine, versions of these belong to you
  After a while, theyre keeping me close to you
  They long to be close to you