(2x)
How else can I say I am not your hide-away,
Get your face out from the crook in my arm.
And not only just I can be what s keeping you alive,
If I slip up, if I fall asleep you re gone.
And god knows I ve tried,
But I am god damned tired.
And I will build a fort around you, the bricks are drying in the sun,
Stay real still I ll soon be done.
But I m not strong enough to hold you up,
I ve got a hole inside my gut and it s tearing me apart.
Yeah this hole inside my gut it is tearing me apart.
It is tearing me apart. (x4)
I am small the television s falling from the second floor,
My sister s hand in mine as we watch it go.
Another scene with sirens in the front yard
For the neighbors to read by the lights of.