If I had a document of every moment and everything you said
How would that story have read
I might be dying but you sure do look like death
You're an inpatient patient without much use for me
Even though you're right just bottle it up
Wish I was a criminal baker and I could bake you a pie
The kind of pie that would steal your insides
Wish I was a roll of the dice
So that everything was a surprise
Wish I was more direct so that my love wasn't implied
I came here to let go but since we're here
why don't we give it a go like we've done before