If I Don't Write This Song, Someone I Love Will Die
I check my bed for bugs and spiders (though I don’t really think they’re there) I check my head, it’s getting tighter I want to stop, but I don’t dare I will not sleep until I’ve counted to 200 three times I will not sleep until my pencils lie in a straight line
Goodnight, goodbye It’s late, and I’m too tired to cry Goodnight, goodbye Just let me close my weary eyes
I pray to God twice in the evenings And check the stove four times each day I spin around the door to make sure that it’s locked And wear these lucky socks until they fade away The house might burn down And it’s all my fault if that puddle doesn’t get me wet If I get home before the rain, you’re mine But I won’t bet
One day, I’ll be stepping On cracks and close my eyes But I’m too tired to argue with myself I’ll just do this one more time