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