If I gave you a cruel hypothetical– I don’t want to make this clinical, I was happy with you there.Would it be fair?It is hell sometimes to love me.You climb the aches of my family tree,It scares me just to breathe.You wish I’d lied.There comes a point in the blue light,I have taken this too many times
and it still won’t tell me why.All of the times counting down from ten,tell me I’m alive, living in your head.I wanted to be how you first saw me.Honestly, honestly. Holding my breath, you gave yours to me.Your childhood bed, hands on my knees.I wanted to be well the first time you touched me.Honestly, honestly. I have started to dream about you lately,
comes the time for inventory: I count backwards slow on 9.I’m not an oracle, but the illness makes the prophecies.She doesn’t have to love me to tell mewhat she sees.Who in the world could love me?Didn’t think I’d live to 20.I am terrified of running, because youmean everything now. If you love me, I’m alive in the memoryand I’d never keep you waitingfor Beck’s to bring relief. I don’t wanna keep you waiting anymore.I don’t wanna keep you waiting anymore. I don’t know what I don’t know. All of the times counting down from ten,tell me I’m alive, living in your head.I wanted to be how you first saw me.Honestly, honestly. Holding my breath, you gave yours to me.Your childhood bed, hands on my knees.I wanted to be well the first time you touched me.Honestly, honestly.
