the sparrow in my mouth
keeps me from speaking out
and saying all the words i want

it holds me back to sing
when i would rather scream
my language wrapped inside a neat bow

i've grown a hard shell maybe so
nothing could break me now

i'm not a criminal -
i just want the world to know
it's hard to become young when you've grown

i don't want to talk it out
don't want to cry out loud
i'd love for my hometown to let go

i've grown a hard shell maybe so
nothing could break me now
we search for cures to help us
return to feeling young

battle it out to regain softness
i want to be less hopeless
throw wind at being cautious
i'm trying to be less thoughtless

my shadow's been working against me
it keeps pulling on my arm
i wish that one day it would leave me
to start over alone

windows cave around
all my family bound
to who they used to be before

my mother's softly wrapped
in wrinkles so that
they start to keep her warmer now
this whole time she was freezing and we didn't even know

she's grown a hard shell maybe so
nothing could break her now

she'll be a ghost so soon and i'm not afraid to go but i don't want to watch her hurt

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