e.a.s.y.

Well, I took my heart out of a dusty suitcase in the attic of your house Let the blood flow through me, turn the marquee light on after years of a letter being out How you feelin' now, staring at a steeple on the highway facing southward bound Lying on the ground, praying we're better people than the ones that locked us out And thinking we're profound, staring at Neon Jesus, like this could be us Like something could be this easy for once Well, I took my lungs out of a cardboard coffin in the backyard of your house Let my tongue trip softly and a voice grew louder, I had buried deep in the ground How you feelin' now, staring at my mouth in this quiet place we found Lying on the ground, reading my mind, though you'd rather hear the sound And thinking we're profound, quoting the poets like an old friend on their last whiskey round My bones used to mistake pain for beauty I've all but been blown away by casual cruelty Resuscitation's for the movies Oh, but it moves me, and I am truly breathing well Well, I took my hands out of my old jean pocket and I let my shoulders down Can you feel me rest my forehead on your neck like if honey made a sound How you feelin' now? Are we older? Are we bound to change our minds Your hand upon my side, choice is harder cause it's easier to recognize Sometimes you lay your hands on a grieving widow before he even dies Sometimes you forgive the people who will never apologize Sometimes you let your life go just to live for the first time Or, you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind Sometimes you learn to love so easy it don't even cross your mind