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 the 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. 
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