Lyrics

What if I whittle myself down?
A pit with no peach, a new hole in the ground?
Would that be punishment enough?
Tell me what rushes in when the space opens up?

You know I’m best at breaking my own heart,
Stealing from people with generous smiles,
And I lied when I said I could change
Because I’m in love with the way that the lightness it came,

Through the hollow that remains,
I wish I could change my dangerous ways.
In the hollow that remains,
And the weight of what you said to me.

Well the gravedigger's comin for me,
Gettin’ his shovel and choosin’ a tree.
They say heroes will come if you pray,
But I’m knee-deep in dirt carving out a new space.

On a new path to righteousness,
Or at least on a road that’s a little better lit.
I’m only half of the woman I was:
A crumbling statue from the weight of it all.

In the hollow that remains,
I wish I could change my dangerous ways.
In the hollow that remains,
And the weight of what you said to me.
Oh in the hollow that remains, I wish I could
Change. (I wish I could change my dangerous ways)
Oh in the hollow that remains and the weight of what you said to me.