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You and You: âOn its surface, the song basically asks the question âHow can you be with someone when you are not even feeling okay with yourself?â But itâs also kind of a letter from my ideal self to my current self about not putting your goals for growth and development on such a high pedestal that they seem out of reach. Each section of the song brings out a different part of that idea. The bridge is basically lamenting an idea that society shoves down our throats ââthat we must be with a person. But the last line of the bridge says that a solo journey is another way you can be.â
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The known is more misleading
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I've grown with the unknown in me
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The tale is quick to tell itself, given the chance
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Your health is in my hands
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You've put my words on a pedestal (Oh, oh)
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You've put my words on a pedestal (Oh, oh)
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Ooh, 'cause now it seems you've placed your dreams
Of we in the palm of my hands, oh
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I don't know how to find your heart when I lost mine
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You can't build houses on a flimsy rock
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Given the chance, drop all the song and dance
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I can't exist on your pedestal (Oh, oh)
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Given the chance, drop all the song and dance
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Talk of riches, talk of woes,
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We survive latching onto hearts
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From afar, we unload all our problems on our partners' hearts
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