When the night is slow When you leave to go home I get bad thoughts about me Made from lesser goods So then I'm less than good Question all you're seeing in me When you hold me in your hands It's like magic It's gone temporarily If I ended my life here tomorrow Would you heal eventually? If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow I'll wait till death catches up to speed Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm Turn the TV off Throw myself into love I'll get dressed to go buy something new I don't want the pain Swear that I'd refrain 'Cause I just can't do that to you When you hold me in your hands It's like magic It's gone temporarily If I ended my life here tomorrow Would you heal eventually? If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow I'll wait till death catches up to speed You can't fix what's already been hollowed 'Cause the bad always stares at me If I ended my life here tomorrow Would you heal eventually? If I ended my life here tomorrow Would you heal eventually? If it'd push you to feel like you'd follow I'll wait till death catches up to speed You can't fix what's already been hollowed 'Cause the bad always stares at me If I can't end my life here tomorrow Then I'll keep writing poetry