belong in doubt, stand over the house, row way out, move 
in the ship i'm on, i'm gonna run one down, in individual 
pieces, that rarely get better, the end has stung. would 
i lie, should i love it, you're going to look back, 
disbelieving and gutless, but i can't wait to carry out, 
what's always the hardest sound, proofreading what you 
wrote then said, going over and erasing it, with reason 
we'll stitch up my mouth, tie my arms back with ribbons 
to my tennis shoes (take my tennis shoes) (off) there's a 
scare at night, repeated times, if you come that close 
back in time, meet me down over the hill, i want to sleep 
on the rocks, blending in, floods carry me away, begins 
to bury my lantern, in between breaths i crave it still, 
washed against the rocks. they're coming up to clean me 
out, starting with the bad tasting mouth, proofreading 
what you wrote then said, going over and erasing it, your 
compliments, they tear me down, still always, it's the 
greatest sound, no, i can never forget, this maybe a lot 
to look, i only want to change back, i never could've 
known