I hate to think of you
On this cold september night
You took hold of my head and said
"What happens when you turn out all the lights?"
I'm not sure
Sometimes i wish that i had gone to church more
To have an excuse
To move forward
Or to lie back to myself for just a couple hours more
I'm not scared of death
But i am scared of dying
What happens to these friends
These friends that i've been finding
I look around the room
As i'm holding in my night
Do you ever wonder if they're feeling just as anxious as you do?
I'm not sure
Sometimes i wish i knew what you'd have said but right before
To know that i
Am not alone
Or to pretend we have the answers when both of us know we don't
I'm not scared of death
But i am scared of dying
What happens to these friends
These friends that i've been finding