We've spent entire nights sustaining wounds we've held for so long. When do we stop, slow down to fix them? We don't. We just go on. And we've woken up alone, bitter, defeated. Gasping for breath that we've lost in our time spent repeating. So let's not be hasty because it might be too late. I believe we can be electric. We could conduct. After all the things we thought we were above that crushed us. And all those times we thought we were invincible and found out we're not. It's never getting any easier and it's never been so hard. We've never been much for believers but I still believe we can be electric. It's not about fear or anger. It's not about retribution. It's not about the things in which I have no say. It's about being things today that I couldn't find yesterday. Got to pick up the f****** pieces. Sometimes I forget it, when it's bearing down on me and I let it. Got to pick up the f****** pieces. And all the nights you spent screaming, you thought no one heard. It's never getting any easier. And did we really think it would? Sometimes the things that leave us leave us for good. While it's fleeting, if we're breathing lungs with hearts still beating. I still believe we can be electric.