| Read it in a book once |
| Don’t remember where |
| If you’re happy in a dream it has to count for something |
| Cursing at the sun |
| You tell me not to swear |
| You ask if I get worse and I say, «Dammit, you can bet» |
| Hanging on a ledge, outside of your house |
| Trying not to freak out, staring at the ground |
| Doing math in my head, how far is it down? |
| Not too good to beg for you to try to talk me down |
| You say you never had a good night’s sleep |
| Any of the nights you spent with me |
| I ask if it’d be better when I leave |
| And then regret it |
| Maybe if I were a little patient |
| But I never learned the virtue in waiting |
| It’s too late, anyway, to take it back |
| Cause I have a lot to say |
| And never in the right way |
| And if I could just explain |
| Myself, again |
| Oh, if I could fix you first |
| Tell me about what hurts |
| I’d try not to make it worse |
| Than it already has |
| Cause I have a lot to say |
| And never in the right way |
| And if I could just explain |
| Myself, again |