If I don’t recover,
Sell this house and find something lost outside your window.
Not forever.
On the night I die I swear I’ll sleep outside your window.
I feel the knife going in,
I’m feeling anxious.
Not enough to kill me, I thought it’d happen fast.
But I’m feeling it now and I feel anxious.
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass.
Emy should I stop?
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, you’re the worry.
I feel the knife going in,
I’m feeling anxious.
Not enough to kill me, I thought it’d happen fast.
But I’m feeling it now and I feel anxious.
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass.