Sing with me, sing with me.
I'll grant you a pardon
with this part of me
that you have never seen, never seen.

Take me back, take me back.
Where I'll face certain death,
or maybe lead you around for hours.

Tell me what I have to do to get
you inside my old room again.
I'll never take the things you said for granted.

I'm not over you,
but I'll get through it
because that's what people do.

Let it cover me
so precisely.
It's your reassurance covering me.
Like a blanket,
I'll unwrap it when I need it most (when it gets cold).

I'll get through.