kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard
you kept your chin up and i held my guard
made a prison bed from a life i never led
let me correct these mistakes you delight inGod i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight
kid i hope it holds soime fraction of its feeling
if you keep believing then ill keep on being
a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead
looking at love he still hasnt made yetthat i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely movekid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
you write the lie youd like to be
when your life feels like a book you wouldnt readkid ive lived through others i made myself so mall
i lived through a record one summer last fall
the singer said something i could only feel
i saw him this morning he still looked real realGod i need him here tonight
i just know hed get this rightkid im a mess
if it looked good youre seeing things i guess
i changed my mind so many times im a strobe lightflickering freak. the baby of the weekim starting to see someone i could never bekid what went wrong? we had it all now its all gone
i blew my mind out now its your turn to find outwhat we all need
what we all meanim starting to see someone i dont want to be