I Wrote This Instead of Screaming

Before you get comfortable, let me give you the tour,
This isn't a heart that you've seen before.
There are voices in the wall, a chill in the hall,
and a portrait I've turned to face the wall.
The last one who stayed tried to paint the walls white,
but the shadows I live with bled through in the night. 

I just thought you should know, I just thought you should see,
exactly what you'd be getting with me.

So here's the disclaimer, the damage report,
a long list of reasons for cutting it short. 
But I'm clearing the rubble and claiming my own,
'cause this heart is built with good, good bones.

Well, you're still here, you haven't backed out,
just tracing the cracks while I'm riddled with doubt.
So let me show you the progress I've made on my own,
the first seeds of healing that I've ever sown.
I opened the curtains in the west-facing room,
and I'm learning that sunlight can conquer the gloom.

I just thought you should know, I just thought you should see,
exactly what you'd be getting with me.

So here's the disclaimer, the damage report,
a long list of reasons for cutting it short.
But I'm clearing the rubble and claiming my own,
'cause this heart is built with good, good bones.

What happens when the thunder starts to roll?
And all my progress loses its control?
My first instinct's to board up every door,
'cause I've weathered this exact same storm before.
So will you be the one who's running for the coast,
or the one who holds me when I need it most?

So here's the disclaimer, the damage report,
a long list of reasons for cutting it short.
But I'm clearing the rubble and claiming my own,
'cause this heart is built with good, good bones.

'Cause this heart is built with good, good bones.
I'm clearing the rubble.
I'm claiming my own.
Yeah, I'm clearing the rubble... and I'm not alone.