There are days when I feel I’m not even alive
Just a ghost to the world as it passes me by
And I wear myself out just trying not to cry
But the tears in my eyes
Are the only things warming my skin

Once I asked if you’d save me from this perishing town
Would you scale crippled buildings?
Would you carry me down?
You said, “You know it’s a feat for me to just get around,
but I’d try”
Oh, I’d try

And it falls short of a confessional
On this cold, hard bathroom floor
And it seems no place for penitence
With my back against the door
But you’d follow me in and you’d
Lay out my sins and you’d say,
“Whatcha cryin’ for? We’ve all got it bad”
And I just couldn’t take that
No, I can’t take anymore