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.
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