| Someone hold me down, before
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| I book a flight to your front door
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| No one else will bring relief
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| …And I don’t want to grieve
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| Heaving life into the dead
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| The book is closed, the words were said
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| Everyone but me just knows
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| …how to let go
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| I felt it all go slack
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| I wail aloud I need it back
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| I’ll grow the bones myself then
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| …On my own again
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| I’m twenty five, I’m twenty five
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| And all this shit proves I’m alive
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| But I spend the day just spending days
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| …take it away
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| I’m not who they think I am!
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| I try too hard not to give a damn but I feel it
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| How they love me
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| All my daughters
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| But I’m screaming underwater
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| I will hurt you
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| Almost definitely
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| Ask the people
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| Who have left me
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| Was there any other way?
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| Different path, a different day
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| Every lover walking free
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| …now rid of me
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| I’m on a train, I’m in a car
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| Washing my hair, I’m in the dark
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| I hate the world, and it doesn’t care
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| … we just sit there
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| I’m not who they think I am!
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| I try too hard not to give a damn but I feel it
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| How they love me
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| All my daughters
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| But I’m screaming underwater
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| I will hurt you
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| Almost definitely
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| Ask the people
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| Who have left me
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| I’m not who they think I am!
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| I try too hard not to give a damn but I feel it
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| How they love me
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| All my daughters
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| But I’m screaming underwater
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| I will hurt you
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| Almost definitely
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| Ask the people
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| Who have left me |