Kid I Held You With These Arms That Felt So Hard

You Kept Your Chin Up And I Held My Guard

Made A Prison Bed From A Life I Never Led

Let Me Correct These Mistakes You Delight In



God I Hope I Get It Right Ive Been Practicing Tonight

Kid I Hope It Holds Soime Fraction Of Its Feeling

If You Keep Believing Then Ill Keep On Being

A Ghost In His Prison Bed Short Sheeted And Shook Dead

Looking At Love He Still Hasnt Made Yet



That I Couldnt Make To You Baby, I Can Barely Move



Kid You Were Wrong That Wasnt Me In That Song

You Write The Lie Youd Like To Be

When Your Life Feels Like A Book You Wouldnt Read



Kid Ive Lived Through Others I Made Myself So Mall

I Lived Through A Record One Summer Last Fall

The Singer Said Something I Could Only Feel

I Saw Him This Morning He Still Looked Real Real



God I Need Him Here Tonight

I Just Know Hed Get This Right



Kid Im A Mess

If It Looked Good Youre Seeing Things I Guess

I Changed My Mind So Many Times Im A Strobe Light



Flickering Freak. The Baby Of The Week



Im Starting To See Someone I Could Never Be



Kid What Went Wrong? We Had It All Now Its All Gone

I Blew My Mind Out Now Its Your Turn To Find Out



What We All Need

What We All Mean



Im Starting To See Someone I Dont Want To Be