5 acessos
Kid i held you with arms that felt so hard
you kept your chin up, i held my guard
made a prison bed from a life i never led
let me correct these mistakes you delight in
God i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight
kid i hope it holds a fraction of its feeling
if you keep believing then ill keep on being
a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead
looking at love he still hasnt made yet
That i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely move
And kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
you write the lie youd like to be
when your life looks like a book you wouldnt read
Kid ive lived through others, made myself so small
i lived through a record one summer last fall
the singer said something i could only feel
i saw him this morning he still looked real real
God i need him here tonight
i just know hed get this right
Kid im a mess
if it looked good youre seeing things i guess
i changed my mind so many times im a strobe light
Flickering freak. the baby of the week
Im starting to see
im starting to see
im starting to see
someone i could never be
Hey kid what went wrong? we had it all now its all gone
i blew my mind out now its your turn to find out
What we all need
what we all mean
Im starting to see
im starting to see
im starting to see
someone i dont want to be