Pitch black, pale blue
It was a stained glass
Variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed

You let me set sail
With cheap wood
So I patched up
Every leak that I could
’Til the blame grew too heavy

Stitch by stitch I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
Thread by thread I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art
Surely this must be my masterpiece

I’m only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks
When I open my mouth
I want to tell you but I don’t know how

I’m only honest when it rains
An open book with a torn out page
And my ink’s run out
I want to love you but I don’t know how

I don’t know how
No I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I want to love you but I don’t know how

I want to love you

Pitch black, pale blue
These wild oceans
Shake what’s left of me loose
Just to hear me cry mercy

A strong wind at my back
So I lift up the only sail that I have
This tired white flag

I’m only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks
When I open my mouth
I want to tell you but I don’t know how

I’m only honest when it rains
An open book with a torn out page
And my ink’s run out
I want to love you but I don’t know how
I don’t know how, know how, know how
I want to love you but I don’t know how
I want to love you