I

am

was-

ted,

lo-

sing

time

I'm

a

foo-

lish,

fra-

gile

spine

I

want

all

that

is

not

mine

I

want

him

but

we're

not

right

In

the

dark-

ness

I

will

meet

my

cre-

a-

tors

And

they

will

all

a-

gree,

that

I'm

a

suf-

fo-

ca-

tor

I

should

go

now

qui-

et-

ly

For

my

bones

have

found

a

place

To

lie

down

and

sleep

Where

all

my

la-

yers

can

be-

come

reeds

All

my

limbs

can

be-

come

trees

All

my

child-

ren

can

be-

come

me

What

a

mess

I

leave

To

fol-

low

To

fol-

low

To

fol-

low

To

fol-

low

In

the

dark-

ness

I

will

meet

my

cre-

a-

tors

And

they

will

all

a-

gree,

that

I'm

a

suf-

fo-

ca-

tor

Suf-

fo-

ca-

tor

Suf-

fo-

ca-

tor

Oh

love

I'm

sor-

ry

if

I

smo-

thered

you

I'm

sor-

ry

if

I

smo-

thered

you

I

some-

times

wish

I'd

stayed

in-

side

My

mot-

her

Ne-

ver

to

come

out