There's a song that I wrote once about you, but It's one that I never play I promised I'd send it and never did Well, you wouldn't understand all the words anyway And you'd ask for the meaning a million times ♪ Now we're walking the short path But it's taking an hour still Reach my hand out to brace you from falling You meet my eyes, and you tell me you're not going down And I know that you're lying, at least to yourself ♪ Sure, you're not going down Down ♪ You worship freedom and certainty In the temple you bought yourself Well, I want freedom for everything leaving me But you keep begging for me to please think of myself And I'd much rather think about anything else I'm so sick of myself Light the candle and watch as it burns in its well ♪ I'm so sick of myself Self, my reasons What if we just have the season? So did I take you for granted Or was I just as a child is? Getting trashed at the movie you brought me to Roll my eyes at the scene where you try not to cry If I take that for granted, then what am l? I still hate when you cry Cry