If I don't recover
Sell this house and find
Something lost outside your windowNot forever
But on the night I die I swear
I'll sleep outside your windowI feel the knife going in
I'm feeling like she's not enough to kill me
I thought it up and fastBut I'm feeling it now
And I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it passAnd you should have stopped
Do you think I'll make it to the morning
If it's written 'Stitch it up'?The kind of song I know
'Cause mother, sister, lover worry"I feel the knife going in
I'm feeling like she's not enough to kill me
I thought it up and fastBut I'm feeling it now
And I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it passI feel the knife going in
I'm feeling like she's not enough to kill me
I thought it up and fastBut I'm feeling it now
And I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it passFeel the knife going in
I'm feeling like she's not enough to kill me
I thought it up and fastBut I'm feeling it now
And I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it pass