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.
(x3)