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I could've died that night |
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Way back in june |
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Saw my soul hang heavy above the room |
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Slackjawed I confessed, bit by my hubris |
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I was spooked out obsessed by the moon |
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I was completely not me |
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But baby I'm coming clean |
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The doctor said to you |
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\"Son theres nothing you can do |
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Just leave her here and wait until the day\" |
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I was shivering in bed, eyes rolled back in my head |
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I was begging for you to go away |
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I was completely not me |
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Baby I'm coming clean |
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Completely not me |
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Baby I'm coming clean |
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I was completely not me |
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But baby I'm coming clean |
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Completely not me |
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Baby I'm coming clean |
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I died that night |
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Way back in june |
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When my spirit hung heavy above the room |
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I was completely not me |