I can´t stop thinking about the words
that you once said, like I better stop my breathing before I stop believing.
I´ve been tearing out my throat with dangerous words.
Selling hooks with all this screaming,
you´d think I´d start to get it, but I don´t...
They´re God damn right. You´ve still got your voice, so don´t just let this die.

This is for you, this is for me this is for everything that ever made me see,
and I´m planning my escape right now.
This is to truth, this is belief, this is for everything that ever made me sing, and I´m planning my escape right now.

I´ll write you letter after letter when I´m gone, to tell you that I made it, or that I cannot take this.
Call this summer just a night that went too long, but everything went perfect;
I promised you I´d live this. So I´ll go…
They´re God damn right. You´ve still got your voice, so don´t just let this die.

This is for you, this is for me this is for everything that ever made me see,
and I´m planning my escape right now.
This is to truth, this is belief, this is for everything that ever made me sing, and I´m planning my escape right now.

But what if I was wrong?
What if I should stay?
Would you let me hold my breath, tell me there´s nothing more to say?
Or would you change? Become disgraced? Say, "Boy, there´s nothing I hate more than seeing talent go to waste"?
I´ll take my time with everything.
I´ll take my time, and you can show me where to go.

I can´t save this, but I really want to make you move, because I wrote too many songs about this and just giving up, and holding onto what I thought when you helped me to find my voice again