Reminders - Accents

There’s a future for the artist as her canvas stares at her

And for the activist who couldn’t change the world.

And there’s a future for the child who pushed away her friends.

They remind us of ourselves and we understand.

So if you want me,

then tear me apart.

You’ll keep breaking old habits

And I’ll keep missing the mark.

There’s a future for the soldier who returns from where he’s been,

And for the preacher who still doubts the things he says.

There’s a future for the widow who will never love again.

They remind us of ourselves and we understand.

So if you want me,

then tear me apart.

You’ll keep breaking old habits

And I’ll keep missing the mark.

Yeah, if you want me,

then tear me apart.

I’ll give you my heartache

If you give me your heart.

So if you want me,

then tear me apart.

You’ll keep breaking old habits

And I’ll keep missing the mark.

Yeah, if you want me,

then tear me apart.

I’ll give you my heartache

If you give me your heart.

So if you want me,

then tear me apart.

You’ll keep breaking old habits

And I’ll keep missing the mark.

You’ll keep breaking old habits

And I’ll keep missing the mark.

I’ll give you my heartache

If you give me your heart.