You might come, and you might break me But I know my place, 'cause I was born into it And you might crash, and you might burn up But you know your place, 'cause you dug yourself into it And they might win, and they might break me But I know my place, 'cause I've gotten used to it And you might live, or you might give up But you know your place, 'cause you've fallen into it And I'm falling too.
And if you come back to haunt me I could probably use the company Come have a seat But I have to become forgetful I can't remember why you died And how All this feels like a daydream Or like some ghostly play Where everything that is happening Looks like it's dead and gone.
And I won't bend, so you'll have to break me But I know my place, and I'm pretty used to it And you might turn, and you might lose face, But you know your place, 'cause you've given into it And you might laugh, or might hate me But I know my name, and I'm pretty used to it And you might turn, and you might leave me But I know my place, and I've gotten used to it And I've...