kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard
  you kept your chin up and 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 soime 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
    kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
  you write the lie youd like to be
  when your life feels like a book you wouldnt read
    kid ive lived through others i 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 someone i could never be
    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 someone i dont want to be