Pinned down, covered up.
Don′t make a sound,
Bathing in the wounds you won't ever let heal.
You just keep them around till they drown us out.
God knows I′ll take the high road home
And you're not afraid to cry in the backseat.
I hope you will let this go,
But I know you won't.
God, I know you won′t.
Can′t stay up late tonight,
Tangled up in your mind.
Pull the plug and leave on the closet light.
In the morning, I swear you'll forget how it bites.
Am I your holy ghost?
Is that what you thought i′d be?
Fear it but you keep it close.
Hold your breath under the waves
Till they wash your arms clean
Of their inherited stains.
Always on your knees,
Did you ever think what it did to me?
You're your mother′s child,
Borrowed body made of glass.
Will you spend your life
Mourning something you can't get back?
