I'll hand you this, if you hand me that
Let's not speak of this moment
No one will know this
Up the stairs, and quiet tears
We'll toast this evening goodbye, from my life

Maintain my memory
And learn the comfort of being free
Secrets kept under the bed
That's the comfort in being me
That's my comfort in being free

Leave quietly, but say goodbye to me
Call me when it's over
You don't know her
Sometimes these times of dire need are harder on who watches
Check my pockets

Maintain my memory
And learn the comfort of being free
Secrets kept under the bed
That's the comfort in being me
That's my comfort in being free