kid i held you with arms that felt so hard

you kept your chin up, 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 a 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



and kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song

you write the lie youd like to be

when your life looks like a book you wouldnt read



kid ive lived through others, made myself so small

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

im starting to see

im starting to see

someone i could never be



hey 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

im starting to see

im starting to see

someone i dont want to be