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 mall   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