It’s Fine How It Is

There's no comfort that grows
It comes, it heals, and it goes
We try to be symmetry
But it don't fit, oh no

I still think how you'd turn to me sometimes
I can still hear the way you'd make that kissing sound across the line
Those tiny things go deeper than you'd think
They write my songs and all the wrongs I find

Are you tired of love, ms. Liz?
Or scared cuz there's too much to give?
I'll hold you tonight
With no arms but in my mind
You light me up with your sunshine
You don't know, and that's fine
I'm going blind for my ms. Liz
And it's fine how it is

Freedom is a lie that we all tell ourselves
I've used that one myself before, to justify the swells
But we should be loving everything…
I've relearned that each time I fell