Book of Ruth - The Weeks

Poor little baby

Blood on her hand

She said she’s losing her mind

She rolls her eyes

And speaks in tongues

Said it gets better with time

She wraps her head in bandages

To keep the words in her mouth

She prayed for more

Than what’s in store

Then locked the door to her house

Oh it’s me

I’ve been dead for years

Let me haunt you while I wake

It’s not the life I chose to live

But it’s one I’ll gladly take

I never meant we were perfect

Let me count the ways we hate

Yes all I have to do is wait

I guess all that I have to do is wait

Inside this house

The lights are dim

We count the cracks in the paint

I got a map she colored coastlines

And all the people to save

Out on the sidewalk

Wrapped in a sheet

She kissed the hands that she passed

She made her likeness

Out of paper

And lit the end with a match

Oh it’s me I’ve been dead for years

Let me haunt you while I wake

It’s not the life I chose to live

But it’s one I’ll gladly take

I never meant we were perfect

Let me count the ways we hate

I guess all that I have to do is wait

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Poor little baby caught in a nightmare

And she was losing her mind

And on her deathbed

With her last breath

She said, «Well at least I tried»

Oh it’s me I’ve been dead for years

Let me haunt you while I wake

It’s not the life I chose to live

But it’s one I’ll gladly take

I never meant we were perfect

Let me count the ways we hate

I guess all I that have to do is wait

I guess all I have to do is wait