If I don't recover Sell this house and find Something lost outside your window Not forever But 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 causes mother, sister, lover 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