Can I wake you up?
Can I pull you down?
You felt the overwhelming urge to tell me you didn't love me, when I didn't ask
My hair was longer way back then
And yours was so much shorter than mine
Just like the killer invents new ways to not feel remorse
You are still dead of course
Can I let you down?
Can I lift you up?
You felt the overwhelming urge to tell me you didn't trust me, when I didn't ask
And you told me to write you song about love
When I did you said it didn't sound sincere and you wanted me to take it back
Just like the devil who writes new lies to gather our souls
Yours is still mine of course
But I'm not like the coward who runs and hides to never face his fears
You know, when mine comes I'll be right here