Somehow more than anything
I don't want to forget the bad times.
I can't accept that anything's ever leaving,
but if I keep talking about it maybe
I'll finally be proven wrong.
Why did I ruin this?
Why did I take away the only thing that
anyone ever loved about me?
(And, honey, I just want to know
if you're still there.)
This has become another video,
and my wine glass is back on the table
but I'll never fit that role 'cause I was born
too late and in the wrong body.
Maybe, though, there's one thing that
makes it worth it,
and I can't fuck that up
by listening to my music too loud.