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, lover 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. [repeat 2 more times]