When the night is slow
When you leave to go home
I get bad thoughts about me
Made from lesser goods
So then I'm less than good
Question all you're seeing in me

When you hold me in your hands
It's like magic
It's gone temporarily
If I ended my life here tomorrow
Would you heal eventually?
If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow
I'll wait till death catches up to speed

Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm

Turn the TV off
Throw myself into love
I'll get dressed to go buy something new

I don't want the pain
Swear that I'd refrain
'Cause I just can't do that to you

When you hold me in your hands
It's like magic
It's gone temporarily
If I ended my life here tomorrow
Would you heal eventually?
If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow
I'll wait till death catches up to speed

You can't fix what's already been hollowed
'Cause the bad always stares at me

If I ended my life here tomorrow
Would you heal eventually?

If I ended my life here tomorrow
Would you heal eventually?
If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow
I'll wait till death catches up to speed

You can't fix what's already been hollowed
'Cause the bad always stares at me

If I can't end my life here tomorrow
Then I'll keep writing poetry