When it comes
I'll know, I know
Just take my clothes and leave
And I'll be gone
The straightest a crow flies
I'll leave this town behind
I'll say goodbye
So afraid that I
Told her things that I
Thought that I left behind
So see what living's done to me
My eyes are huge black balls
And I need company
I'll burn your books
That made your tags
The ones that made the pain
That I was alive
Is that a crime?
So afraid that I
I tried to tell her that I
Didn't like breathing and I
I wanted to live and if I
See the faces that I
I long to kiss and if I
Tread this path one more time...
When I go...I know, I know, I know
When I go...you'll know

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Nick McCabe, Peter Salisbury, Richard Paul Ashcroft, Simon Robin David Jones