I've burned a hole in, in the map I made.
And I'm not sure what I missed.
And I just make the same mistakes.
Can I be more than this?
If this is all, if this is all we ever were,
At least I loved enough to hurt,
Enough to hurt.
I played the fool, yeah, I played a losing game,
And let go of my innocence.
And I don't know I'll never be the same.
Could I just be more than this? More than this?
If this is all, if this is all we ever were,
At least I loved enough to hurt,
Enough to hurt.
I was standing in the rain, had my face in the map,
I made nothing into bliss.
And I found losing was just a trend.
Yeah, is there more than this?
More than this, more than this…