If I don't recover
Sell this house and find something lost outside your window
Not forever but on the night I die I swear I'll sleep outside your window
I feel the knife going in
I'm feeling like it's not enough to kill me
I thought up and fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it pass
And you should have stopped
Do you think I'll make it to the morning if it's written
Stitch it up
The kind of song I know

I feel the knife going in
I'm feeling like it's not enough to kill me
I thought up and fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel like she's sleeping inches from me
I let it pass