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