if i sailed this letter out to sea would it reach the shore

and would you pick it up and read it aloud, or just ignore

would you think i'm wrong if i sang a song for you tonight

could i stand the thought of you being right for once

whoever knew


you said that i couldn't be what you wanted me to be

but you wouldn't let go of my sleeve

like a ghost from hell, like a prison cell

like a sun that burning up

when every day it feels like

the worlds about to end

and nothing goes right


against better judgement

you're against all that's right

against better judgement

this has to end tonight

i swear


and i hold my bear and i pull my hair

and i scream until you're deaf

i let my pain get onto you as you hit the desk

and i pour it onto you

like a rose that's dripping blood