Mental Math

Read it in a book once, don't remember where

If you're happy in a dream, it has to count for something

Cursing at the sun, you tell me not to swear

You ask if I get worse and I say, "Dammit, you can bet"

Hanging on a ledge outside of your house

Trying not to freak out, staring at the ground

Doing math in my head, how far is it down?

Not too good to beg for you to try to talk me down

You say you never had a good night's sleep

Any of the nights you spent with me

I ask if it'd be better when I leave

And then regret it

Maybe if I were a little patient

But I never learned the virtue in waiting

It's too late anyway to take it back

'Cause I have a lot to say

And never in the right way

And if I could just explain

Myself again

Oh, if I could fix you first

Tell me about what hurts

I'd try not to make it worse

Than it already is

'Cause I have a lot to say

And never in the right way

And if I could just explain

Myself again