If I don't recover

Sell this house and find something lost outside your window

Not forever

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 cause 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

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

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