Bringing Light and Replenishments (feat. The Punk Cellist & Sunrot)

We're feeling drained, used up, and waifed

Half-empty, now spilled, unable to retain

We're tired

We're tired

We are so tired

We're exhausted

We're every adjective that keeps us from leaving our bed

Keeps us from existence

Hoping for light and replenishments

So that we can move on and share them

And feel like ourselves again

We're still here

We're still here

I know this is super weird

I'm just a huggy person

I like to hold hand, I like to kiss

To have no, no physical contact, is, um, just

It's like a, an emptiness that sort of slowly appears

And you realize something's missing

We're still here

We're tired, but we're still here to offer help to the more depleted and defused

We're here for you, searching for fuel for my cells, but it's all been burned to fumes

We're still here

We're still here

We're still here

I just want to hold my head up and keep my eyes open

The knots that hold are coming loose, but I will grasp the fray

We're still here

We're still here

We're still here

We're still here